I don't know what people take me for, aside from a standoffish, unpredictable, emotional wreck. There's more to me, but just how much more can they see?
This doesn't concern me when I have other things in mind to worry about. Such as how it is that I can give the best advice, yet nothing works for me?
I just hope that I'm helping in the least bit to the people I speak to. I just want them to avoid any heartache I have or am experiencing.
Some of the pain is a result of my actions, maybe, but a bulk of it is just from people being rude and careless. I don't know why I'm the target of those kinds of people, but I always am.
No one should experience that.
So I have no tolerance when it happens to me, or anyone else.
Treat me or anyone else like dirt, damn right I'll tell you off.
You're probably right.
I guess I'm just scared to trust. I try not to open up because I only get hurt whenever I do. But, it's not fair to someone I don't know, because I don't know how they'll treat me yet.
I need someone I can trust to tell a dark secret to. Well, it's not dark, and it's more of a new discovery or realization than a secret. I just need to talk to someone about it, but I don't think anyone's around.
Well, it's time for me to go, now.
I feel kind of miserable because I don't know what I'm waiting for at this point. I don't know if I'm waiting to start over or be rejected.
I feel like it's the second thing, though.
Today doesn't feel so good.
Something's been biting at me all night, and it's just a disturbing feeling inside.
Sometimes I just feel this, and can't even explain why, but my parents yell at me and tell me to stop if I say that's what's bothering me.
Um, obviously, if I feel disturbed, it's not by choice. I mean, who would want to? That's kinda stupid.