it always hurts me. i wonder if it hurts them. i can't stand that i can't be as present as i ought to, as a friend.
is it that i can't? or that i don't want to?
i always believed that we will make time for whatever we truly find important. this, i think, is what worries me: that when i fail to make time for those i "care" for, that i don't really "care" as i want to believe i do
p.s.
i will journal at your behest, later this week. be on the lookout!
thats what love does...
the inadvertent sort.
i do this all the time
it always hurts me. i wonder if it hurts them. i can't stand that i can't be as present as i ought to, as a friend.
is it that i can't? or that i don't want to?
i always believed that we will make time for whatever we truly find important. this, i think, is what worries me: that when i fail to make time for those i "care" for, that i don't really "care" as i want to believe i do
p.s.
i will journal at your behest, later this week. be on the lookout!