well?
What am I suppossed to do when nobody talks to me? As much as I would like it, I can't read minds. As far as I know at least. Am I suppossed to know magically, that you want me to stop or want me to keep pushing? I suppose not. Because that's the same thing I want. Somebody to know why I act the way I do. It's a beautiful thought, isn't it? Nevertheless....
It's possible that I care. I care about my friends. I tend to care for people that don't care for me, which pisses me off to no end. Oh, and don't tell me I seek attention, that I cry out about the world and all its unfairness. Bite me. Because I don't care about that. You were the one who listened, or didn't, depending on who you are.
Have I become less important? I seem to have. Hell, I'm probably contradicting what I just said, aren't I? God, how sometimes I would love to be a blonde. To know that what I want is to go shopping and to date the captain of the football team, or something like that. But no, the Goddess has a sense of humor. Jeeze, sometimes it just doesn't seem worth it.
I'm glad that no one reads this. That no one seems to care. Cause maybe they would notice what I'm doing, or not doing to be more precise. No, everybody is wrapped up in their worlds, with all reason to be of course. When was the last time that I finished a meal? The last time I smiled, did my eyes meet yours, or did they just linger a bit and then move on? If you would notice these things, then maybe my arms wouldn't hurt so much.
But, maybe if I faced my problems, they wouldn't hurt either, right?
It's possible that I care. I care about my friends. I tend to care for people that don't care for me, which pisses me off to no end. Oh, and don't tell me I seek attention, that I cry out about the world and all its unfairness. Bite me. Because I don't care about that. You were the one who listened, or didn't, depending on who you are.
Have I become less important? I seem to have. Hell, I'm probably contradicting what I just said, aren't I? God, how sometimes I would love to be a blonde. To know that what I want is to go shopping and to date the captain of the football team, or something like that. But no, the Goddess has a sense of humor. Jeeze, sometimes it just doesn't seem worth it.
I'm glad that no one reads this. That no one seems to care. Cause maybe they would notice what I'm doing, or not doing to be more precise. No, everybody is wrapped up in their worlds, with all reason to be of course. When was the last time that I finished a meal? The last time I smiled, did my eyes meet yours, or did they just linger a bit and then move on? If you would notice these things, then maybe my arms wouldn't hurt so much.
But, maybe if I faced my problems, they wouldn't hurt either, right?