Date someone who is interested in you. I don’t mean someone who thinks you’re cute or funny. I mean someone who wants to know every insignificant detail about you. Someone who wants to read every word you write. Someone who wants hear every note of your favourite song, and watch every scene of your favourite movie. Someone wants to find every scar upon your body, and learn where each one came from. Someone who wants to know your favourite brand of toothpaste, and which quotes resonate deep inside your bones when you hear them. There is a difference between attraction and interest. Find the person who wants to learn every aspect of who you are, and hold onto them.
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To avoid ‘childishness’, something I was wrongly taught was bad when I was a child, I don’t allow myself to fully emotionally process things (because it means I’m ‘upset’, ‘overreacting’, ‘making a fuss’, being a ‘baby’) and therefore distance these things from God, which in turn makes it harder to connect with Him.

Ironically, in terms of faith this leaves me in a state of relative childishness, not maturing at the rate I could be.

Got to my new place in Reading on wednesday afternoon and it’s beena  weird few days. All men here sound like my brothers but they’re not and I don’t know how to teach psche or ict but i gotta and there’s no lovely hills and canals like up north but there is the thames??? buses need the exact change for a little machine and i still walk around half expecting to see people I know like i’m in poynton but i’m not?? i’m not quite adjusted i don’t think



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This week I’ve found a long lost brother (srsly like ten years have almost passed), had another brother came out of hospital from a horrific car accident, packed up my life into boxes because I’ve accepted a job in READING, (referring to the place, my job isn’t to read), packed for, and left fiancé man in Leeds!!!! Oh and got more angry than I think I’ve ever been because my ex employers won’t give me most of the money they owe me, and were very RUDE about it. So I’m not sure how I’m going to scrape by til pay day.

In other news I have an essay due on Monday which might not get done because