Sick and Impatient

I have multiple oceans worth of patience. If my patience were water, I’d have enough to hydrate every third world country. I can put up with a lot of shit, especially from those I care most about.

This doesn’t mean, however, that it’s perfectly okay for people to walk all over me and abuse me. I may have a lot of patience but, like any other human being, I have a limit- a breaking point. I am coming dangerously close to that point.

I don’t want for these people to see me lose my patience. My last relationship suffered greatly from this and I want to avoid further problems from this. I hold a lot in, as much as it may not seem. I rarely say- at least to your face- when something you do bothers me; I merely put up with it and ignore it. It is impossible for me to hold a grudge, I’ve tried countless times and it never works out. I don’t see the point in remaining mad at someone for an extended period of time. For this reason, it seems people have interpreted that they could do whatever their heart pleases and I will never complain or tell them to stop. I will only laugh and play along, and for the most part this is quite true. I mostly do it, however, to avoid hurting the other person’s feelings. I can have my feelings hurt a thousand times over, but I could never hurt them.

I don’t hold grudges, but I do remember.