realization.well hello there. it's been a while. since most people spend there time judging me via myspace they won't think to check my xanga i haven't used in forever to see how i really feel/who i really am. totally cool. i am incredibly hurt by the things people have been saying about me. everyone tells me to not care what they think but that's easier said than done... when it comes back around to them they won't be able to ignore it either. trust is often wasted. i feel as soon as i think someone really cares or is a true friend to me i realize they were totally JK. i really love when your friends know how much you dislike someone & yet tell you all about it when they talk to them. i love when your friends sit & listen while someone complains & carries on about you, their "good friend" and never once defend you. i love when you listen to people about their problems and when you need someone to listen they are no where around, either they don't have the time or they don't want to listen to how depressing you are. chill out is not an exceptable way to respond to someone sobbing. i have discovered how often money gets in between friendships. Lauren Holben is one good friend of mine. i think i have become slightly obsessive compulsive because my friends never returned my things i let them borrow or the money i lent them. i do not trust. & it bothers me when people ask to borrow things. it has made me a selfish person. i am a bitch. i feel so alone. & i would give the world to have more friends who would stick up for me, be on my side & understand. but i know i have put myself in this position. i know i have pushed people away. so i belong in this loneliness. i have become so jealous of small children & the rich because their lives seem simpler. their lives seem happier. & that is a place i want to be. sometimes i feel my answer is moving away after highschool. running away from all these people & the things they have said about me that hurt me. but i know deep down that wherever i go. there will people there who will hurt me the same. "it's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist." i am truly dreading this year. senior year. because i am dreading making desicions. desicion-making is a true challenge for me. sometimes i don't see myself after senior year & that worries me. will i die before college or am i just to scared to think that far ahead. lately all i do is cry. i think it is because i feel i have invested my time in a lot of people who have let me down this summer. it'd probably help if i took my anti-depressants but they keep me from sleeping. and sleeping is the one thing i will always love & will always comfort me. so i can't give that away. i don't think i will ever find someone who really likes me. not even a friend. i can see through them... deep down i make them all mad. i am frustrating. insecure. bitter. harsh. rude. obsessive. irritating. & bitchy. never a good combination. people are cruel. i think i need to just start working more. make more money to put toward college because my parents aren't paying for any of it. i wish i was a kid again. i wish i was stupid enough to be happy. "Cause when push comes to shove, you taste what you're made of. You might bend till you break cause it's all you can take. On your knees you look up, decide you've had enough. You get mad, you get strong." "I'm sorry I've been so detached lately, And that I can't even seem to find what to say. I have all these thoughts inside my mind, But I know you don't have time enough to stay. I'll just continue thinking about this forever, Even though you will never know... And you will leave me one day and never come back. But you won't know how much you meant to me." "But the lows are so extreme that, the good seems fucking cheap. And it teases you for weeks in its absence. But you'll fight and you'll make it through. You'll fake it if you have to." "If i'm not what you want, then don't act like i am." "Don't do anything halfway; If you love someone, love them. If you hate someone, hate them until it hurts." "rock bottom is good solid ground and a dead end street is just a place to turn around.""i don't like being this weak.
feeling this vulnerable. crying tears that don't need to be shed. letting you have complete and utter control over me.""the oddest things hurt me. random things that seem so small, but get stuck in my head and repeat over and over." "&& When you forget her don’t you dare remember me." rockbottom07. i shouldn't complain. it could be worse. |