First World Problems:

Learning to depend on someone.

Because now I can.  

"What a goddamned shame," indeed.

The tragedy of being understanding is that you'll always be placed second.  If you're not, you'll end up doing it yourself anyway.  You're self-depreciating and that's your fault.

If you want people to value you, you have to value yourself first.

So push aside your hurt feelings because they never did you any good and don't let anything touch you in that way again regarding this matter.  How dare you let such petty trivialities affect you.  No one can help you but yourself, and you can't help those who don't want to be helped.  You can't change other people and you can't change the circumstances--all you can do is change your own attitude.  Let go, step back and let their bull run its own course.

The one thing I can say about myself that I am proud about is that I've never believed or justified myself with the excuse, "Well that's just the way I am."  I try for myself and for others to be better than who I am now; I don't settle for "that's just the way it is" because of the limiting quality that mentality tends to have.  I would hope the same from the people I love and care about, but I understand that I can't hold people to the same expectations I hold for myself.

Change happens where it is wanted--not necessarily where it is needed, unfortunately.

Silly.

M:  :) The only person I wanna impress and look good for is you.
C:  LOL well you're lucky because I'm pretty easy.  You don't have to do much.
C:  "Heartthrob."
M:  LOL, haha ok. I'm not gonna cut my hair for a few months, get really fat, not shave and not take care of my skin.
C:  Ok.  Me too. 
M:  ...
M:  I change my mind then.
C:  Thought you would :)

Heartstrings

So I always said that the Little Mermaid was an idiot for choosing to have feet with the condition that "every step she took was as the witch had said it would be, she felt as if treading upon the points of needles or sharp knives; but she bore it willingly, and stepped as lightly by the prince’s side as a soap-bubble," all for the sake of love.

But I am no better. 

Oh, my fingers.  

imy.

D:  Who are you
C:  Yo mama
D:  I don't have 3 mommas!
C:  Sugar momma.
Boba night some time soon?  My treat.
D:  LOL.  Perhaps.
C:  I'm hella smooth.  I know.
D:  Keep dreaming haha
C:  Babygirl, this is reality.  We don't need to wake up.
...Why am I so cool?
D:  Don't ever do that again LOL.
C:  DON'T LIE.  YOU LOVE IT. 

It was as if I had held a seashell to my ear, an echo of waves crashing in a tumbling sea with each breath drawn, a treasure chest rising and falling. The gentle breeze caressed my hair, untangling strands through a symphony of air, while the ocean pulled in tight embrace, a steady motion, a comfortable place.  Drifting away, the tide carried my dreams ashore--for it knew what little I had there was always more.  And as I began to rub the sand from my eyes, I found a grain of truth: I was never asleep.

And with that thought, my heart felt, I'm yours to keep.

That moment when you say something very significant and uncharacteristically vulnerable to someone who makes a joke out of it, and it feels like you just got shot in the heart.  And you're still lying there after half an hour feeling the hole.

I guess that's the hard way of finding out how much that person really means to you.