~A PERSONAL BLOG~My name is Shayla (32)California. I write, read, illustrate, drink, travel, work,speak my mind and most of all live to my best accord. I may have said the same thing before...but my explanation, I am sure, will always be different...
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
The sad range you typically go forward with
You’re the problem
Constantly bringing somebody else into your world
Always making everyone your problem when you’re the problem.
And yet, you think it’s a reflection?
Let people go and let them live. Stop having them deal with your trauma.
The little bit.
The little small girl
You’re strong, I see you.
The lack of priorities with your kid.
Damn, loser.
I realized I’ve resorted back into my head to speak again and become who I was as a kid…not speaking out, being in my head and having a whole conversation. Ask questions that will never be asked through my lips.
That’s an interesting pattern. The only reason why I never spoke was because of judgment from others. I didn’t feel like anybody wanted to listen to me. But when I speak sometimes people would listen. It’s interesting to be an adult. It’s a different energy.
I can see why people go back to what they know.
There was never any change or growth from what they did. So they resolve into something comfortable. Although, there’s nothing wrong with trying the same thing again in a different era. Try and try again. I’m sure there are different results.
Let’s fight against my comfortability. Let’s do this again. Let’s talk out instead of having a conversation with my own head.
I’m not sure how to describe it, while laying down and doing a sun soak, was looking up at the sky, admiring the clouds and I watched a circular shadow that passed through the clouds and through the sky. It was odd. The weirdest thing I’ve seen.
The sole responsibility of taking care of someone who went out of their way and the person who went out of their way to protect their position. 🤣
I’m sitting up for this.
Everyone quite, it’s gunna be ok.
Kinda exposed. Do you like it?
It aint bad buddies, should be good right? There you go.
Come on storm…..take it home.
Disgusted and disappointed
Ah-hah….still doing the same shit. Relying on women on the lack of who you are.
Laughing
All day.. so many years….
Laughing
I’m stuck in my dreams to make stories
Watching the same fucked repetitive, shaking bullshit.
Not just in myself, but others and younger.
And seeing how life is an ever going game.
Same thing, different varieties.