The title: I just wrote a blog and I didn't clearly express my feelings, because I was holding back. So this is a second try.
Moving Right Along: I constantly worry about who I can trust. Who I can trust to tell my real feelings about things, my real thoughts and beliefs. It's hard, because I'm in a constant state of not trying to insult people. I don't know why. I used to not care. I think that lack of care isolated me. I would drop friends like dropping the "g" on "ing" endings. And it didn't bother me much. I felt that anyone that was worth having around would have to see the real me. And I still feel that way about seeing me. But I'm afraid to get angry. I'm afraid to call people out on their bull sometimes, because the confrontation doesn't feel worth it. But then I feel like poop later. I wanna talk about God freely to my friends, I wanna yell "Let me see the damn movie I want to see on my birthday!" at people, I wanna walk up to people and let them know when they're pissing me off and why, I wanna tell people when they're lying to themselves (because I see that and I hate it). But I can't, because I'm a total bum right now. I have to depend on people, so they can say and do whatever they want. What am I gonna do? Go to my imaginary apartment? Talk to my imaginary friends? Call my imaginary parents? No, I'm just gonna take it, lying down like a bum....*argh*
Moving Right Along: I constantly worry about who I can trust. Who I can trust to tell my real feelings about things, my real thoughts and beliefs. It's hard, because I'm in a constant state of not trying to insult people. I don't know why. I used to not care. I think that lack of care isolated me. I would drop friends like dropping the "g" on "ing" endings. And it didn't bother me much. I felt that anyone that was worth having around would have to see the real me. And I still feel that way about seeing me. But I'm afraid to get angry. I'm afraid to call people out on their bull sometimes, because the confrontation doesn't feel worth it. But then I feel like poop later. I wanna talk about God freely to my friends, I wanna yell "Let me see the damn movie I want to see on my birthday!" at people, I wanna walk up to people and let them know when they're pissing me off and why, I wanna tell people when they're lying to themselves (because I see that and I hate it). But I can't, because I'm a total bum right now. I have to depend on people, so they can say and do whatever they want. What am I gonna do? Go to my imaginary apartment? Talk to my imaginary friends? Call my imaginary parents? No, I'm just gonna take it, lying down like a bum....*argh*
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