6:13 PM, Hurting Strangers.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Some people- I don’t know what’s going on in their head.
Is it a lack of brain development of some sorts? A lack of maturity perhaps?
Not enough attention and love?
Or is it just them being incredibly self-centred?
Sometimes, I feel like screaming in her face to let it go and fuck off.
I want to tell her that sometimes, when people keep quiet,
that doesn’t mean they don’t have their own problems to deal with.
I want to let her know that I can’t be listening to her
childish Cinderella story twenty four seven.
I want her to realise that i am sick and tired of hearing the same thing
over and over and over and over and over and over again.
But I’ve only gone as far as to scream the words to my phone.
I've only gone as far as to drop hints that i need my space.
Because ultimately, she is a stranger.
The more unrelated one is to me, the less prone i am to hurting her.
Its... weird.
Then there are people who go around blurting out
their personal problems and issues to others.
They pour their heart and soul out to people they aren't even close to,
and they seek comfort in that. How can you do that?
I mean, how?
I don’t. Because I simply can’t.
I just don’t feel right talking about personal issues to people.
I can’t even find the courage to talk about stuff to those who are close to me.
I feel afraid. No, truth is, I am embarrassed.
I am more embarrassed than anything to talk about issues that are really personal.
I'm just, embarrassed.
Well, at the end of the day, there's one person i truly am disappointed in.
I’ve placed so much faith in you, but you just had to throw it all away.
She may forgive you. They may forgive you. I don’t care who forgives you.
But I know it’ll be long before I do.
And no, I’m not sorry for that.
If anything, you should be the sorry one.
Under normal circumstances, perhaps I wouldn’t have cared much.
Actually, I never have cared.
But in this circumstance,
my heart breaking into a million tiny pieces,
would be a real understatement.
