they get going...

Two posts in one day. Yeah, I don't joke around. It seems to me that when the going gets tough, Ciara sits down and writes.
1. Getting spread too thin, pulled in different directions. 2. Being a best friend to everyone.

I assume you can understand how those two correlate? Because I most definitely can. I know that God has given me an ability to get along with a wide range of people. I genuinely take interest in all of them. But it causes rifts between people. And that's when it gets hard and it feels like your being pulled in all different directions and would rather just rather roll into a ball in the middle of all of it and just be by yourself. There are times, like this, where I'd be okay if I died. Where I can just be in heaven and be at peace.

I took a color code quiz the other day. And I got green (it was all pretty even but I had more green). And green is the peace maker. I didn't see it coming and neither did my friend. She thought it'd be yellow (which was second). But it's amazing how accurate it was. I want peace. All the time. I don't get into tense situations with friends. It doesn't happen. I avoid conflict at all cost and would rather take the blame for everything. Just as long as someone isn't upset with me. Just as long as I didn't hurt them. It's tough.