round 2 of the phone matches...
i'm tired.
i overthink and i overthink and i overthink. and then i say, fuck it. i'm too tired to fight anymore.
i don't know how to feel about the things you say to me that i 'shouldn't take personally,' even though you're saying these things to me and about me. i don't know if you're right about these things or wrong. but i do know that sometimes, i feel like everything is on me, like i have to change things and make you happy. like the future of 'us' depends on my behaviors and my reactions.
and now i realize that there are two of us. and we're both stubborn and vindictive. we're both set in our ways. but i'm more willing to change or compromise than you are, it seems.
but, like amaya said, i could carry around an egg with me and say that it's the only thing i care about. and you could tell me to drop it on the ground, and i would make sure to throw it extra hard.
for some reason, you don't get the fact that the things you're brutally honest about hurt me. the truth is, i'm not really emotionally unstable or overly sensitive. i'm really not. you just don't understand that you're hurting me. i don't know how to make you see that, other than tell you, and even when i do, you still don't get it.
i'm just tired.
and all i know is that i'm mired in myself. i just need some fucking perspective. the world is bigger than me, there are problems larger than me, and there are things worth crying about more than this.
i overthink and i overthink and i overthink. and then i say, fuck it. i'm too tired to fight anymore.
i don't know how to feel about the things you say to me that i 'shouldn't take personally,' even though you're saying these things to me and about me. i don't know if you're right about these things or wrong. but i do know that sometimes, i feel like everything is on me, like i have to change things and make you happy. like the future of 'us' depends on my behaviors and my reactions.
and now i realize that there are two of us. and we're both stubborn and vindictive. we're both set in our ways. but i'm more willing to change or compromise than you are, it seems.
but, like amaya said, i could carry around an egg with me and say that it's the only thing i care about. and you could tell me to drop it on the ground, and i would make sure to throw it extra hard.
for some reason, you don't get the fact that the things you're brutally honest about hurt me. the truth is, i'm not really emotionally unstable or overly sensitive. i'm really not. you just don't understand that you're hurting me. i don't know how to make you see that, other than tell you, and even when i do, you still don't get it.
i'm just tired.
and all i know is that i'm mired in myself. i just need some fucking perspective. the world is bigger than me, there are problems larger than me, and there are things worth crying about more than this.