When a person dies, hearing is usually the last sense to go.
fact:
The chances of you dying on the way to get your lottery tickets is greater than your chances of winning.
I dont understand how when I sit here to write what I'm feeling that I cant do it, but I have no problem writing things in my head all day long. I dont understand how I say I cant feel hardly anything, but I feel certain levels of being hurt and sad. I'm starting to wonder if i've become so used to my job that everything is like second nature or if I'm starting to slack off?! I don't get why people are so heartless and say things to hurt others. I'll never get that one. I dont think you can care too much about how others feel. I like to help people. I like to get people stuff. I like to do things that make people smile. I cant stand to see someone hurt because I was clumsy with my words. I'll freak out and get confused and shutdown. Which I suppose isnt too healthy. I know that it happens though. But... I just don't get it. I don't see how people can be so okay and even fixated on saying and even doing things that will hurt others.
I give myself too much credit. Because a lot of times when I do/say things that hurt others I don't take the time to notice what I had done. I don't usually realize it.
I contradict myself a lot. Does that automatically make me a hypocrite? If I admit to feeling like a hypocrite constantly then does it balance it out?
Everyone is sensitive. Even the people who say and act like they arent. I dont think people can not feel emotions. I just think they can lack the knowledge of understanding the emotion that is happening or something like that.
My words are failing me tonight. Maybe I'm failing myself tonight with a lack of words? I don't get what I was trying to prove if I was even trying to prove anything. I'm lacking the knowledge of what I'm going through at the moment. I can't find the words to tell anyone how it feels. Does anyone care? Does anyone know me? Does anyone want to know me? The person I am now is better then the person I was. Can you forgive me for that? Did you ever?
Did you know that a broken clock is always right twice a day?