Oh, Fuck Yourself
Yeah, I've had it.
I found a simple answer to all my internal and interpersonal problems -- nobody gets me. Yeah, as cliché as it sounds, it's absolutely true. It's not even the fact that I'm the only scenester for 2 towns over in each direction, or that I'm the only emotastic 'guidance-counselor' type person I know of. No. Nobody just gets me.
I try to start a conversation with people that were my friends in years past, and it generally ends in a matter of about a minute. I try to relate on things aside from music. I leave the door open, but all they do is let the cold air in. It's coming close to the point where I say 'hi' and I won't expect the same in return. People tend to say 'oh, you don't need more on your mind' when they ask for help, but I need something else to think about to put myself in perspective.
So if you don't understand this yet, here it is plain and simple.
I WANT TO TALK TO YOU. I AM AS HUMAN AS YOU ARE.
That's right, Mary, Rachel, Sarah, Jack, Sally, Ryan, and Heather. If you read this, please acknowledge that you actually take interest in talking to me if you really do.
Ah, fuck it. Nobody is really going to understand it for a while, and I don't expect them to. All I ask, though, is that if you don't want me around, or don't want to talk to me, or anything like that, just TELL ME. I won't take it too harshly, I've just taken enough of this 'oh... yeah... mm-hm... yup... aha...' bullshit.
Cos I've fucking had it, you passive-aggressive stereotypical Westchester cunts.
I found a simple answer to all my internal and interpersonal problems -- nobody gets me. Yeah, as cliché as it sounds, it's absolutely true. It's not even the fact that I'm the only scenester for 2 towns over in each direction, or that I'm the only emotastic 'guidance-counselor' type person I know of. No. Nobody just gets me.
I try to start a conversation with people that were my friends in years past, and it generally ends in a matter of about a minute. I try to relate on things aside from music. I leave the door open, but all they do is let the cold air in. It's coming close to the point where I say 'hi' and I won't expect the same in return. People tend to say 'oh, you don't need more on your mind' when they ask for help, but I need something else to think about to put myself in perspective.
So if you don't understand this yet, here it is plain and simple.
I WANT TO TALK TO YOU. I AM AS HUMAN AS YOU ARE.
That's right, Mary, Rachel, Sarah, Jack, Sally, Ryan, and Heather. If you read this, please acknowledge that you actually take interest in talking to me if you really do.
Ah, fuck it. Nobody is really going to understand it for a while, and I don't expect them to. All I ask, though, is that if you don't want me around, or don't want to talk to me, or anything like that, just TELL ME. I won't take it too harshly, I've just taken enough of this 'oh... yeah... mm-hm... yup... aha...' bullshit.
Cos I've fucking had it, you passive-aggressive stereotypical Westchester cunts.