It’s funny how people think they know you. It’s quite hilarious actually.
I hate it.
You don’t know me. You can’t even guess my next move.
It’s sad.
It’s funny how people think they know you. It’s quite hilarious actually.
I hate it.
You don’t know me. You can’t even guess my next move.
It’s sad.
It’s funny, you say it now too. :) I really never thought you would have. Quite the surprise. But, definitely a good feeling though. :)
I realized today, that it’s the two of you that have allowed me to be who I was. That one person that I’ve missed for so long. I’m glad that the two of you have allowed me to be me again, at least for awhile — because, I know that most people aren’t accepting of me this way. Most people don’t really care. & I see now, that most people are turning the other cheek, but you two are still here.
Thanks. =]
First point first — Yes, I knew.
Anyways, I hope that marriage doesn’t put boundaries on our friendship. Marriage was a part of our relationship, if you know what I mean. But you truly are an amazing friend. I only hope that some day you will be able to see that. Unfortunately, I know I may not be what you want or what you’ve hoped for, but I hope you know that I will always be here for you.
I will metaphorically miss you, if you metaphorically take the step.
I’m not a child, don’t treat me like one. It’s so annoying.
Don’t judge me based on one time appearances. If you choose to, don’t voice it, because obviously you must not know me well enough.
Don’t pretend to be my friend. That is the last thing that I need from you!
It disgusts me. All the things that you try to do, try to be.
I feel like you’re belittling me. Maybe because you feel that you can and that because you’re a certain way, I have to be too.
Whatever. It is what it is…& you’re not going to kill me.
I love you, Babe. :)
Angry.
I don’t know what’s wrong. I just can’t! I need to get away.
I’m sorry. That’s all I can say.
I just want to crawl in a hole and stay there.
Cries.
My friend told me not to cry … Or something like that.
Maybe he said that I needed a tissue, anyways …
Like I told him I can’t get a tissue to where my heart is.
It’s true.
Ugh!
This life … This life!
Only two and a half people could understand.
Mmm, actually one and a half more.
Anyways, there’s something that’s been bugging me.
I can’t even fathom the frustration that you make me feel.
There’s nothing I can do.
Do you, all by yourself.
Let me know when you need me.
I’ll be fine, all by myself.
Sorry, world.
One, my rant.
Two, I might be M.I.A. for awhile.
Thank you.
It made me feel better.
You made me feel better.
=]
I’ve run out of words.
Trying to write out what I feel has become impossible.
Because even now, words can’t describe what I feel.
(….This was originally posted by someone else, but to protect their identity, I had to make it anonymous, BUT - it explains how I feel!)
(Source: roygbv)