Every time my dad acts like he doesn't care about Egypt anymore, I can see through him when he sits down and turns on the Arabic tv. Glued, completely focused, so concerned it makes me worry for him.
I don't understand why we have to pretend.
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Sunday, November 18, 2012
on my way
You know, I'm okay with it.
I'm okay with the fact that that I took a chance. I like that I did. It didn't work out, you wouldn't let it work out, even though you didn't exactly say that in so many words.
I'm still proud of myself. I did a big-girl thing. I am strong. I am.
I don't know where this is going, or if we meet up, what we're gonna say....what I'm gonna say.
And I'm not going to act like I don't still care about you.....a lot.
But it happened. And although it hurts, I would have regretted a lot more not taking a chance.
Life will go on. In some direction. I just don't know which yet.
I'm okay with the fact that that I took a chance. I like that I did. It didn't work out, you wouldn't let it work out, even though you didn't exactly say that in so many words.
I'm still proud of myself. I did a big-girl thing. I am strong. I am.
I don't know where this is going, or if we meet up, what we're gonna say....what I'm gonna say.
And I'm not going to act like I don't still care about you.....a lot.
But it happened. And although it hurts, I would have regretted a lot more not taking a chance.
Life will go on. In some direction. I just don't know which yet.
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