A half smile forms on my lips and I nod, "I-It's fine. I'm just...not used to the social part in life..." I say without realizing it, my slight country/Alstralian accent showing again.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I smile back and glance at her again, trying to figure out her accent, "That's okay. I've got very little experience either. Might I ask what accent that is?"
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I study her and nod, looking back at my drink. My thoughts from before return to me and I can't help but remember what I wish I could have forgotten long ago.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Don't aim at success--the more you aim at it and make it a target, the more you are going to miss it. For success, like happiness, cannot be pursued; it must ensue, and it only does so as the unintended side-effect of one's dedication to a cause greater than oneself or as the by-product of one's surrender to a person other than oneself. — Viktor E. Frankl