So much for a wonderful period of two weeks. I don't know why it feels so nice to try to keep a record of how long life can go on with me being completely happy (for the most part), but it just does, though now I sadly have to admit it's gone. I feel horrible, and it's my fault.
The thing is, I know I can genuinely be a nice and caring person. I know that there are people that can genuinely say that about me, not to sound conceited or anything, but I just know I can be that person. Or that I am that person. At least sometimes.
But there are times and situations when I just seriously need to stop being so mean and sarcastic to people I'm only that way to because I think they're cool, and I wouldn't bother with them otherwise. It's just, why can't I express it differently, y'know? Why do I have to go too far sometimes? It's like, I know I've crossed the line, but I still don't want to let people know I'm vulnerable to them when I really am.
I'm just so tired I don't want to write this anymore. But I'm hoping things will be better. I still feel horrible.
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