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we go back to certain places and realize that we were loved. we were missed. suprisngly, maybe we had an impact on people. we may have changed some people for the better. we were dedicated. we were there everyday, working our butts off out there, doing what we loved. and what we did, what we loved, and what we pursued was shown through the eyes of others.
we don't tell how we feel about one another. we keep everything inside. to get a comment like, "i wish there were more people out there in the world like you" is just amazing. there are no words or feelings that describe hearing those words. also, "you're one of the sweetest people i've met." again, things like that make my day -- like no other and it makes me truly thankful.
we go thorugh life feeling as if we aren't good enough for people. boys dick us over, we wonder what the hell we did wrong. and truthfully, we did nothing. nothing at all --
there's so much more. there's so many people who deserve our attention and love. because, we're not going to hurt you. we're going to be there for you whenever you need it.
and i hate myself for being so damn nice to people all the time. i hate typing notes up for people who don't go to class. and i hate when they damn yell at me for not doing it quick enough. and i love driving people back to gainesville without expecting any money in return. and i love having to stop at gas stations for them to use the bathroom, rest stops for them to use the bathroom, and local eateries, when the drive is only TWO HOURS long.
but, i figure it may all pay off someday.
so i continue to be a little too nice
sigh but i am happy don't worry
we don't tell how we feel about one another. we keep everything inside. to get a comment like, "i wish there were more people out there in the world like you" is just amazing. there are no words or feelings that describe hearing those words. also, "you're one of the sweetest people i've met." again, things like that make my day -- like no other and it makes me truly thankful.
we go thorugh life feeling as if we aren't good enough for people. boys dick us over, we wonder what the hell we did wrong. and truthfully, we did nothing. nothing at all --
there's so much more. there's so many people who deserve our attention and love. because, we're not going to hurt you. we're going to be there for you whenever you need it.
and i hate myself for being so damn nice to people all the time. i hate typing notes up for people who don't go to class. and i hate when they damn yell at me for not doing it quick enough. and i love driving people back to gainesville without expecting any money in return. and i love having to stop at gas stations for them to use the bathroom, rest stops for them to use the bathroom, and local eateries, when the drive is only TWO HOURS long.
but, i figure it may all pay off someday.
so i continue to be a little too nice
sigh but i am happy don't worry