I won't be the boiling frog

Do you remember a time when you vowed you wouldn't fall? When you promised yourself you wouldn't be vulnerable because you knew what it was like? Do you remember a time like that? 

The great thing about here, on this blog, is everything written has a double meaning. Sure, it may be talking of the latest pet, the latest young man, or the latest upset. But it's also always talking of the past pets, the last young men, and the previous upsets. It's also talking of more than just those parallels. There are so many people in my life that can fit the way I write, to assume its straight about one person would be a huge mistake. Because it never is. 

Just... Don't forget that one time you said you wouldn't fall. It always ends the same way- unimportant, another past, previous, and another last. 

It's not fun feeling like that foolish girl you're afraid people think you are. And to know people actually think that way?- what a way to destroy trust even more. 

So here's another vow: to not falling, to not burning bridges, to not trusting the depths of myself to another person. Here's to being a clam. 

Chloe 

xx