I'm not cut out for this friendless life

Jan 16, 2008 22:41

I am a needy person. I need Sammy constantly. I need to be told I'm pretty to make my day better. I need to be told I can do it, to get me through a test, through a project, through a tough time. I need my friends to support my decisions on what I chose to do with my life. I need my father to care about me getting a job and come see me so I know he hears me. I need my father to realize that I need him, I need him to spend time with me and only me. I need my brother so bad right now. I have realized how much I miss him and how much I wish we could party, or eat or just spend time together. I cherish the 10 minutes in the car taking him home from dad's. I love my brother. I need my friends to be there for me when things go wrong, I need my friends to know when I'm kidding. I need my bffluhfoaldis. I simply can't do anything without her. I had to eat lunch with different people today. I felt so awkward. I need my comfort from my bffluhfoaldis. I need her.

On the other hand, I have my BFF who will comfort me in my time of need, who will see me and tell me how cute my hair looks and how my stupid gold scarf matches my striped black and white shirt. I have my BFF who will wear tiara's anywhere with me and we can laugh about it. I have my BFF who cares and who wouldn't leave me over something rediculous. I have my BFF and that should be all I need. And I'm starting to realize, that.. she is. I love my BFF Kaila. And I thank you for giving me a chance to show that I wasn't a dumb little kid, that I'm mature and I can have fun. Thank you.

To everything else I need... I don't. I don't need my bffluhfoaldis. I don't need you. (It doesn't mean I'm not here for you, and us, and our friendship. It doesn't mean I'm not going to be here for you..) I just don't understand how you like hate me after I am the one who cried over your epilepsy. I left school and came over AS SOON as you got home from the hospital. I am the one who your mother called. I am the first person's house you came over to in 2008 and spent the night. My mother's old closet is the weirdest place you slept. I just don't see how we aren't friends. I just don't get it.

Maybe I should give up. Maybe I will...

I don't know anymore.

-Jordan

OH and I wish that Chelsea and I would hang out... we never do.
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