Everything I do is in vain because you never appreciate it. All you find is my faults and I’m tired. I’m exhausted from trying to be perfect for you and trying to impress you because you never notice. If I make one mistake, that’s the biggest thing. Never mind I did something that was ten times more mentionable. So, that’s it. I give up on you.
Posts tagged the life of woe
I feel pathetic. Here there are, people worse off than me, and I fall into depression over the silliest things. Someone leaves me out of something - well at least you’re not separated from your family. I feel lonely in the sight of couples - some people are more worried about when their next meal is. I don’t know, I just wish I was one of those people who didn’t let anything get them down.
Thought about what someone else is feeling? Like how weird is it that you never truly know if someone has felt the same pain as you? You describe it, but no one can ever truly say, “Oh yeah, I know how that feels.” Maybe you understand maybe you don’t, but I think about it and it all just seems so unreal to me. We as people never understand each other to a full extent.
So stop. Stop telling me to stop feeling pain, a certain emotion, or anything else. I’ve learned that no one actually knows how I feel, especially you.
I’m so tired. I’m tired of thinking about you, longing for you, and crying over you. I don’t even feel like I should feel this way about you; it’s just a crush. I feel so inadequate that I don’t even talk to my friends about it. That’s just it; I like you too much and it hurts. It hurts so much that I cry to myself about you and lie to the people close to me concerning what it’s really about. And the worst part is that you don’t even know.
We all have our secrets. And we all have our private lives. So, I don’t believe it’s your business to judge me solely on how I look or how I act.
No, I will not change for you. I am myself and I had to go through my own troubles to get here. I’m sorry I’m not the same as everyone else.
Am I too much? I must have a faulty sensor because I never know when to stop. Sometimes, I wish I could just text you all the time, even if you don’t reply, but that’d be stupid, right? I know I’m clingy, annoying, and all of the above, but I really just want to be with you.
Well, I’m screwed.