I miss talking to you everyday. What happened between us? Did I stop talking or did you? As each day kept passing by, did I ever cross your mind? Looking back now, I've realised how long it's been. I wonder why we stopped talking. Did we run out of things to say to each other? Have we replaced each other? I just miss our friendship.
………………….Oh gosh. I had this whole blog written out in my head when I was walking to WalMart. Lol. It was supposed to be a very serious blog, but nevermind I guess. :S
Well, It’s time you get to know the real me. I’m not very unique. Everyone has things they’re good at. They can play an instrument, write, draw. etc. I’m not very good at any of those things. I’m getting to a point in my life where I have to notice my purpose in life, and I’m having a difficult time with it.
I am also human. I have feelings, yes it’s true. Very imperfect. I analyze things too much, and quick to assume. I get jealous. I am constantly agitated by the people around me. Depending on those people, my attitude will change. I know that sounds bad, but I’m telling the truth. Around emotional people, I get very negative, around funny people I get quiet, and around quiet people I try to entertain them. The only time I’m really myself, is when I’m BY myself.
I constantly hear negative things about how people don’t want to live anymore or whatever, I’m not going to get into that. What I’m trying to say is I’m not trying to sound like that. Once I hear others say things related to that, I realize how depressing that is, and I keep my mouth shut.
Most people have obsessions. Things that represent them, or their personalities. Well, after about a year of trying to find something to be obsessed with, I realized I like almost everything equally.
I used to have dreams. Yes. But after I shared them with others, they have taken them and succeeded. I am constantly being used. But I do not get others to feel sorry for me. I think that is disgusting and completely rude.
To tell you the truth, I’ve been meaning to write this for a couple of monthes now. hah. I guess this was written so I could get this off my chest. Maybe I am crazy, and maybe my mind is trying to deceive me. Or maybe I’m just a normal person. You be the judge of that.