Sa Totoo Lang
I really can get quite shy. it is an extra effort to start conversation sometimes. either that or i'm not really very fond of mankind. just consider me an expert at small talk. and i'm so incredibly good at making people feel comfortable with me that they start telling me their secrets... on the first meeting. whilst i, on the other hand, am squirming deep inside and exerting so much effort to appear like i love where i am.
don't get me wrong though, it's not like that all the time. i just wish people would stop thinking that they are the most interesting creatures in the world.
then again, i have a blog dedicated to nothing else but the sharing of the most mundane things that run through, around, and out of my mind. har. guess we're all vain huh.
also, been thinking a lot about selfishness. it's so easy to ask people to understand us, but it's so goshdarn difficult to get ourselves to understand other people.
i don't want to be selfish!
this may sound cruel. but. sometimes i wish you would go through something so heavy, so deep that it will change you forever. something that will cut you through and through. something that will hurt you, pull you under, push you out. it's gotten to the point that i think the only thing that can change you is an event that will pull out your reality from under you. you are so freakishly self-absorbed. i love you so much. and i wish you knew how much this love hurts.
don't get me wrong though, it's not like that all the time. i just wish people would stop thinking that they are the most interesting creatures in the world.
then again, i have a blog dedicated to nothing else but the sharing of the most mundane things that run through, around, and out of my mind. har. guess we're all vain huh.
also, been thinking a lot about selfishness. it's so easy to ask people to understand us, but it's so goshdarn difficult to get ourselves to understand other people.
i don't want to be selfish!
this may sound cruel. but. sometimes i wish you would go through something so heavy, so deep that it will change you forever. something that will cut you through and through. something that will hurt you, pull you under, push you out. it's gotten to the point that i think the only thing that can change you is an event that will pull out your reality from under you. you are so freakishly self-absorbed. i love you so much. and i wish you knew how much this love hurts.