Don't you let me go, let me go tonight

At the end of the day, if there's one thing I can say about my mid-twenties it's that I'm pretty good at self regulation. I know what I need when I get to the point where I'm curling my toes in frustration. I know when to put in more effort, when to give up, when to pull back. I know who I am. I'm Amanda Grace. I would never spend 200 dollars on a purse. I am so far from domestic that the idea of getting married is humorous. I am resilient. I am a slob. I am (and usually like to be) the chaser in terms of pursuing a relationship. I'm worth the extra mile. I am deserving of kind words. I suck at being quiet. I drink tea and use a heating pad like a 95 year old woman. I have a big ol' smile and I use to as frequently as possible to light up peoples lives. I drool Niagara Falls in my sleep and it makes me self conscious about having someone sleep over. I worry constantly, because I care. I am overloaded with motherly instinct. My head and my heart rarely line up-- I over think too much. If you can make me laugh, you belong in my life and probably are on a crash course for my heart...

I used to think it took a distinct kind of person to bite their tongue in a time of trouble when saying something would only create more. I used to think that being the bigger person brought greater satisfaction and that karma will work it out for you in the end. Any time that wants to start working out so I can continue to believe it, that. would. be. great. I have no qualms with saying at the end of the day I feel like I'm a good person I file my taxes, brush my chompers, go out of the way for a friend--suck it mean people. At the end of the day, you'll find yourself feeling the same exact way you always do--empty. So take your mean words, your cold heart, and your negativity. I don't have time for it.

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