Never get anything because hey, just like in juggling you're either the person who's good at throwing tricks or the person that's good at catching them, people don't think about how you need to practice both sides. I just wish that someone gave a s**t about me, you know maybe thought about me, without being reminded, without reason. Just you know gave, without a holiday, without anything happening that we need to celebrate. But I'm glad that my moms that way. It seems that we're only reminded to thank people when a someone tells us about it, when we get a reminder on our phones that it's their birthday, when something happens in their life and they gather up the courage to talk about it. You know, when they're hurting, and the friends you have don't seem to realize that they're crying and hurting and wishing someone cared enough to realize that no, they're not ok, and all you see is happiness. Because that friend only ever showed you the bright side of things, because that friend wipes away your tears when you cry, because that friend is always by your side and your teachers say 'If you're talking you must be done with your work', 'If you're helping others than you must be happy'. No, they help others cause they never want them to feel the same sadness that they feel. They feel selfish when they want something back, because the only thing they are in their mind is the forgotten one that is remembered on occasion, when something happens, and they start to cry. And then they're not the happy and loving person you always see anymore. You get scared for them because you still forget all the time and when you're reminded it hurts. It hurts like hell cause you know how much hell they've crossed and how much s**t they've gone through and you feel like the worst person in the world but you know what, they'll never think that you are, because they can't see what hurts them until it's too late.
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AuthorHey y'all, this is really emo. It's also really old. I'm in high school now, so if you're reading this, please stop, as it's very cringy. I'm 14 now, by the way. Archives
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