the other day i was talking to my friend, he tells me that i am beautiful. so i do what i do best on occasions. i compare and contrast. its pretty pathetic that i haven't been told that in months. if you catch my drift... you might get what im talking about. isn't the one person who you once supposedly loved.. and they loved you once upon a time ago, aren't they supposed to tell you, you look beautiful? or pretty? i thought so at least.
so my thoughts lead to one thing and then to another.
aren't they the ones who should've been supportive of everything you do? aren't they supposed to be interested in what you do? or at least ask about it once in awhile. or at least pretend?
ha. i thought so. didn't see that one in months either.
i've been thinking about a lot about my life. and what on earth am i doing with it? so i've been considering and weighing the options of different choices. -- everyone thinks its such a good idea, they think i have talent for it.
but its that ONE person who has to bring you down about it. the one person who never called me beautiful, the one person who never had interest in the things i liked.
it was always about them. i feel like i know them inside and out.. but that one person never had the time to get to know me. the real me. because he was too caught up in himself.
maybe one day, if that one person has the common sense.. to get to know the real me.
blah. one thought leads to another..
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