My life ended before it began…🥀
I like to follow YouTube bloggers… specifically makeup and clothing… not because I’m necessarily going to but the products that they use… but moreso because I think of that as time to just not have to think about serious things that go on everyday and immerse myself in a different world.
I discovered a blogger today and initially it was because of her clothing ideas but then I saw that she also did journaling. But this was a creative/ artistic type journaling or bullet journals. I’d never heard of it before or really seen it done so I became intrigued and watched a couple of her videos.
Obviously she was very artistic so her “doodling” looked like mini masterpieces but I actually became inspired… and hardly anything ever inspires me as you know if you follow my blog.
So I desired to try making one of my own and see how it comes out. I like the visual aspect of it as well as I think I need to try to track some of my habits as well… for example – do I exercise enough or blog or read or whatever it is I decided to put down… since I’m on vacation it’s also a lot easier to just do nothin and fall out of a routine and then it’s very hard to get back into it.
So I’ve started it and will see if I can keep it up for a little while.
Life happened … and it was unkind.
Sometimes we look for
But inside ourselves.
I’m too broken to be loved.
I just wanted someone to care.
There was once a flower that bloomed many petals… full and lavish atop a long stalk.
One by one they would line up to look at the flower… touch it… stroke it… then pluck a petal from its core. They did this until one day there were no petals left and only a hard, cold stem remained alone.
She tried as hard as she could to spring forth new petals… to summon someone… anyone who might care for her. But none bloomed… so none cared. Eventually, in sadness, she turned within herself and died in despair.