for real
Is there really any good or decent way to handle a situation in which you know someone has outwardly, and unrelentingly disrespected you? Do you go about it by yelling and screaming, asking them nicely what the fuck their problem is, or just simply let the days go by until you don't have to deal with it any longer?
Of course all of these options has their advantages and disadvantages. There is little respect given when you start yelling at someone out of the blue, and of course they are going to yell right back which in the end, accomplishes little. Yet, on the other hand, you can definitly get your point across. The thing is I don't even know if I'm angry enough to do this. Because, in all honesty, I'm more hurt than anything.
Admitting that makes it even more painful. I don't want someone, anyone to have the the power to make me feel this way, because in the end, who the hell are they? Maybe it's because it seems as though it's not just someone but everyone that makes it hurt so much. And on top of the fact that there is, in my mind, no logical explanation for this to have happened the way that it has. Not now, not never. And trust me, I've been racking my brain for the past seventy two hours trying to figure our where and when it all fell apart.
I feel as though the walls are closing in around me, slowly but surely the rooms are becoming smaller and smaller. The fact that it's been almost 100 isn't helping this fact at all. I just want to be above all of this mess and turn my head the other way, really not caring about it. Deep down though, that's a lie. I do care. Mostly because I thought they did too.
So, now I'm left here to deal with the aftermath of what I felt was a solid foundation. A place that was once a home, is now, both figuratively and literally falling away beneath my feet. It's as though I am loosing the one thing that kept me grounded to this city slowly but surely, it's all starting to slip away. So, the only thing that would make sense...is to get out. There is no point to stay here at times it seems. That is, once school is over.
It was fun while it lasted.
Don't worry, this isn't about you. But then again, why are you thinking it might be?
Of course all of these options has their advantages and disadvantages. There is little respect given when you start yelling at someone out of the blue, and of course they are going to yell right back which in the end, accomplishes little. Yet, on the other hand, you can definitly get your point across. The thing is I don't even know if I'm angry enough to do this. Because, in all honesty, I'm more hurt than anything.
Admitting that makes it even more painful. I don't want someone, anyone to have the the power to make me feel this way, because in the end, who the hell are they? Maybe it's because it seems as though it's not just someone but everyone that makes it hurt so much. And on top of the fact that there is, in my mind, no logical explanation for this to have happened the way that it has. Not now, not never. And trust me, I've been racking my brain for the past seventy two hours trying to figure our where and when it all fell apart.
I feel as though the walls are closing in around me, slowly but surely the rooms are becoming smaller and smaller. The fact that it's been almost 100 isn't helping this fact at all. I just want to be above all of this mess and turn my head the other way, really not caring about it. Deep down though, that's a lie. I do care. Mostly because I thought they did too.
So, now I'm left here to deal with the aftermath of what I felt was a solid foundation. A place that was once a home, is now, both figuratively and literally falling away beneath my feet. It's as though I am loosing the one thing that kept me grounded to this city slowly but surely, it's all starting to slip away. So, the only thing that would make sense...is to get out. There is no point to stay here at times it seems. That is, once school is over.
It was fun while it lasted.
Don't worry, this isn't about you. But then again, why are you thinking it might be?