jpenseur; Introspective Personal Journal, Poetry, and Anthology.

Being with someone, with someone like me is hard. There's a lot mental gymnastics that comes with relationships that I don't feel equipped for. A lot of trying to prove myself. A lot of burnout. A lot of uncertainty. A lack of reassurance. I want to love but it doesn't feel safe to. It's a shame because there's something about thay kind of love that is so deep. Concentrated. Special. 

 Sunny Disposition

I have a complicated sense of belonging. I always feel like I am at an arms length with people. Close but not close enough for a warm embrace. That's just how it's always been for me. It's never been because I'm not open to closeness, I think it's because I hold up a mirror up to people and that can be a bit unsettling. It makes me unapproachable, and them dangerously transparent. 

 Why is it that some people are so quick to criticize other people lives? Does highlighting someone's struggle in some ways twisted way make their lives better? It's a strange thing to be subjected to that, when I love my life.

The most beautiful feature of the human face are the eyes. I love admiring people's eyes. The eyes tell you things about people they wouldn't explicitly tell you. 

Life is difficult when you wake up everyday thinking 'how can I meet everyone expections of me today?'. It's specially difficult when you have all walls that you have to climb just to even begin.  It's a shame to feel ashamed for trying your best. I wish there is less of a need to want things from me because sometimes I stretch myself so thin, I feel a rip in my heart. 

It is a blessing to have people in your corner.