You don't know me.
I don't use livejournal, but I love writing, and when I write I get personal.
This is why I don't write in my livejournal.
I'm in a place where I really can't give you my heart or sympathy.
I've been hurting for years now emotionally and physically,
Not many people know this, and I'm glad.
I don't think I've ever let anyone in,
No one knows me, I try to be the very humorous happy person.
I don't want to reflect sadness upon others, or other personal hardships that bring up insincere sympathy and pity from others.
I don't mean to sound like an egotistic selfish dick who claims to have
'been through shit' or 'been through worse' but I just don't care about your drama, who was talking shit about you, who got so fucking wasted and fucked whom.
The things most of you people stress over mean nothing, have some depth.
But I'm sure it's hard for one to be different and have depth when they haven't been through similar experiences...
I wish I cared more, I wish I could be a teenage girl and give a shit.
I want to give a shit really, but there's too much going on elsewhere that nothing else means anything. Your hardship and complaints seem so mediocre.
I mask myself up real well, I drop people real easily... But only if they do not possess sincerity.
I guess we all have flaws, my flaw is that your little life is very little to me.
This is why I don't write in my livejournal.
I'm in a place where I really can't give you my heart or sympathy.
I've been hurting for years now emotionally and physically,
Not many people know this, and I'm glad.
I don't think I've ever let anyone in,
No one knows me, I try to be the very humorous happy person.
I don't want to reflect sadness upon others, or other personal hardships that bring up insincere sympathy and pity from others.
I don't mean to sound like an egotistic selfish dick who claims to have
'been through shit' or 'been through worse' but I just don't care about your drama, who was talking shit about you, who got so fucking wasted and fucked whom.
The things most of you people stress over mean nothing, have some depth.
But I'm sure it's hard for one to be different and have depth when they haven't been through similar experiences...
I wish I cared more, I wish I could be a teenage girl and give a shit.
I want to give a shit really, but there's too much going on elsewhere that nothing else means anything. Your hardship and complaints seem so mediocre.
I mask myself up real well, I drop people real easily... But only if they do not possess sincerity.
I guess we all have flaws, my flaw is that your little life is very little to me.