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States of Being

This morning I feel like I want to jump out of my skin.  I want to break down and cry.  I want to run screaming out of my office and jump in my car and drive to you as fast as I can, so I can see your face.  I want you to make me feel better.  I want you to fix what is wrong inside me.  I want you to tell me that I am good and that you love even the broken parts of me.  I want, I want, I want…

Why is it that no response to a text message sent to you can send me into such a tailspin?  What is so fucked about my self-esteem that I can’t cope if you don’t respond right away when I am in a vulnerable state.  And why can’t I just leave that state behind?

Wants…I imagine that I want all these things, but in the end, what’s more important is what I need.  I need to learn to be okay with me, regardless of what’s going on around me.  How in the fuck do I do that?

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  1. First of all put your phone away and go get busy doing something else. OR post your number here and we will all blow your phone up and keep you busy that way! 🙂 A silent phone sucks… I have a bad tendency to say something provocative (and not in a sexy way) when I don’t get responded to in a timely manner sometimes so I force myself to put the phone away and move on for awhile. It’s ok… you’re just human.

    • I usually try to be provocative in a sexy way, and when that doesn’t work, then I really feel shot down! lol Sometimes I have to force myself to turn the ringer off and walk away from the phone. How juvenile am I?? hahaha

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