I love the times of knights and kings. Chivalry and honor. Clear good, a clear evil, and traitors to either were dealt with. I love movies and shows that embody those ideals and perhaps even take things into the realm of fantasy a bit. I love fantasy. Anything can happen in fantasy; good can overcome evil in fantasy.
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If you have to lie to a friend, they cannot be much of a friend to begin with. Or not much of a friend to you. Not someone you would consider true friend. You don’t care much if you can lie to them.
You care even less when you allow the lies to settle. And fester. Grow. Hurt.
You care even less when your pride blinds you. A true friend knows humility. A best never has to be reminded of that fact.
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My heart hurts. It weeps. And it is heavy.
It is hard to be strong for someone else.
True love is knowing when to let go.
I ache. I weep. And I am tired.
I cannot carry the load alone.
I shouldn’t have to.
I loved. I lost.
The End.
I love to learn new things. I love to learn. I love to learn about myself. Or understand myself, really. I like being able to have answers to my questions.
The problem is, I don’t always trust myself either. I am still learning to do that. I am still learning what it means to trust myself and how. I am still learning how to be a healthy-minded adult. The problem is, I can convince myself of something if I keep at it long enough [as I am sure most of us can]. If something doesn’t add up, I have to make it fit. I know that that is a shortcoming of mine that I must overcome as well, but I figure I will do that by effect of learning to trust myself.
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I love a good story; a well-written script, therefor, applies. I love some shows because of their well-written scripts, and even more because of their well-cast line-ups. Sons of Anarchy is just the well designed melting-pot that keeps me coming back every season.
I recently re-watched the first three seasons, and even knowing what was ‘going to happen next’, I found myself consumed again. I love a show/movie or actor/actresses that can make me believe.
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In speaking of lies, I began to think about a lie we tell without knowing that it is a lie. The unconditional love lie.
Unconditional love should not exist to begin with except for the love between parent and child; and not even to the point of confusing forgiveness with turning a blind eye. Love is blind, but it shouldn’t always be. When you can’t love yourself, love should not be; THAT love should not be, and it certainly can’t be called ‘unconditional’.
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When I was younger, I saw psychiatrists, psychologists, and therapists against my will. It started in 7th grade when my mother started taking my sister and I to see a psychiatrist. We saw that quack for almost 3 years until my mom made it where I could no longer stay in the care of my parents. I don’t know if they still continued to see the quack, but when I went into foster care, I had to see a psychiatrist and/or therapist depending on where I was placed at the time.
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