I have anxiety…………i feel like that wall flower that no one ever notices just standing there as everyone passes me by.I wold like to blame everyone for not noticing me , but can i really.
I sit here in the middle of the crowed and every thing seems to be going OK everyone seems to be having a good time , but what about me
so its not anxiety i feel its the stench of fear but no one seems to notice, or are they just ignoring .so sit quietly in the corner and and observe like i usually do.I want to laugh like they do,dance like they do ,live like they do, but what can i do .
I constantly live with the anguish that i will always be on the outside looking in ,like a bird that wants shelter but can only stand in the rain.
Till your world burns and crushes
till your at the end, the end of your rope
till your standing in my shoes, i don’t want to hear nothing from you
from you , from you ,cause you don’t know
- Lady Gaga- till it happens to you
Darlene schacht once said that true love doesn’t happen by accident, its deliberate , its intentional ,its purposeful and in the end it’s worth it …..but most importantly those who really love, love in silence,with deeds and not words.
i absolutely love this book
this book is simply one of a kind , it is written with so much honesty
the characters in the book seem so real to me i feel their pain , i cry with them and i hope with them . i feel every moment of fear they have and celebrate the joy that they accomplish .
this book is more than what words can describe the simplest word i can use is beautiful because the book truly is beautiful.
it speaks about war, education, love, family, religion, gender equality and so much more .
the past held only wisdom that love was a damaging mistake and its accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion.
she wished for so much in those final moments, yet as she closed her eyes it was not regret any longer but a sensation of abundant peace that washed over her.She thought of her entry into the world , the harami child of a lowly villager, an unintended thing a pitiable, regrettable accident. a weed and yet she was leaving the world as a woman who had loved and been loved back. she was leaving it as a friend, companion, a guardian , a mother. a person of consequence at last no it was not bad……this was a legitimate end to a life of illegitimate belongings.