Yeah, I dunno. I’ve done nothing but be nice to you and care about you sincerely, but you continue to treat me indifferently. I’m not the same person I was before… And I’m so hurt that you still think of me as someone who isn’t worth your time, even after everything that’s changed.
For those who say that one shouldn’t care about what other people think, this is a different case. I have to care, because these aren’t just peers I see in the hallway on occasion. But no, I won’t explain further how important it is for me to care, because… I can’t type it out. Yeah, things are better left said in person, that is, if you (whoever decides to read this) know me in real life… then fine, approach if you dare.
Anyway, I think I’ll just crawl into a hole and give up.
Or maybe I’ll just shift to another course. I think about that a lot, but then I remember how much I want to be a speech pathologist.
I want to do a lot of things, I want to meet a lot of new people and start over. But i can’t do that… I have to finish what I started (besides, I’m kind of fickle-minded. I can’t just do one thing, hence the extracurricular activities. Maybe I should go to DLSU where I can double-major… parents wouldn’t allow me though).
No. I have to keep going, no matter how much it hurts. You can’t change people’s minds overnight.
Although, I have met a lot of lovely people on my path towards being a better person. These new people have given me a sense of optimism, which can be pretty awesome sometimes… that is, when I get to see them.
Also, I don’t get why I’m so happy all the time, I mean, when I’m around people. I’m a withering sunflower deep inside. I try not to express my problems because I don’t want to burden others. I feel like I’m not allowed to have problems because they wouldn’t be significant. What the hell is wrong with me? I seem naive but really, I know too much.
And as much as I want to care for some people, they don’t seem to want my lovin’. Ha-ha. Tit for tat. The cruelty of the world. Reality. Loving people isn’t that simple, it seems.
Let’s just see how far “optimism” can actually take me.
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Lol I keep checking my phone like anyone would actually text me for once.
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“She’s everything, all the time. There’s no one like her. As soon as she signed on for this movie, I knew it was going to be good. The whole film depends on my character giving it all up for her. When she came in the room, it all made sense. Show me someone that wouldn’t give it all up for Emma Stone, and I’ll show you a liar.” - Ryan Gosling on working with Emma Stone
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Why the fuck are you so full of it?
Why can’t you just mind your own business?
Why do you treat me as if I’m inferior?
Why can’t you just shut up and let me work the way I want to?
I’m not in fucking grade school anymore. You don’t seem to have a filter, it’s just insult after insult.
I swear, I’m moving out when I get the chance. I’ll get a roommate (maybe), and a pug. They’ll treat me well.
I need a smoke
That got me seething.
You are so full of it! You had no right to say all those negative things about my friends who I only wanted to help out, because they wanted to throw a surprise party. But since you’ve decided to be a bitch about it, I won’t be accepting your help after all. Someday, I wish you’d just shut up and never speak again.
How could you say “what’s so special about her? Why would her friends want to throw her a surprise party?” Uh, I dunno, because we love her?
I cannot wait to move out.
