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May 04, 2006 14:49

I've never really quite understood how you can make fun of somebody behind their back and still be nice to their face. How is it that somebody can find so much wrong with you, and you never realize they can until someone tells you?

If you're going to make fun of me behind my back, don't be nice to my face. And because I'm WHO I AM, I'm still naive enough to believe that everyone I meet is actually a sweet person who wouldn't ever say anything to hurt me. But apparently there are mean things to say about my hair, my voice.. everything.

You know who you are, and I know you can read this.
And I know it's not just you.
So thanks a lot for that.
It really made me feel good today.

You don't know anything about me.
But I guess I thought you were cooler than that.
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