Ever feel like you never know the right thing to say? Or that even if you say what you mean, that it will be misconstrued? Or that you’re just walking on eggshells, dealing with a bunch of different personalities, knowing that tension is running so high that anyone could snap at any second. Ever looked someone in the face after having heard all of their secrets, knowing they have absolutely no idea who you are?
I’ve learned that the best laid plans fail, even if made with the very best of intentions. Just because you make them, it doesn’t mean that they’re not meant to be broken. Or that anyone will place the amount of importance on them that you did.
I think I’ve come to the end of my planning rope. Whatever happens will happen. Life goes on either way. I’m resigned to the fact that maybe I’m the only one who wants anything beyond happenstance. If you’re strong when it comes to matters of the heart, you learn to adjust and move on. Even when you don’t want to.