Thursday, January 15, 2015

"You've got opinions, man, we're all entitled to 'em, but I never asked"

I really don't like what you do to me. Not one bit.

I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask for you. I didn't ask for these feelings.

I don't like how I constantly feel like I complain too much around you.

I already feel guilty for quite a bit, and you're all knowing attitude makes me so angry.

No, I don't care about my the job I work at, but I do care about people.

I don't even know what to say to you.

I feel like no matter what I say, you'll never get it.

I could write thousands of words, but they'll never be enough to describe what I feel.

And they'll never be enough to make you understand.

I'll never be enough for you.

I'll never be someone you'll properly understand.

You'll never see past the surface level stuff, and get to see the real me.

And that's your own fault.

You could choose to open up your mind and heart to me, but will you? No.

I don't love you anymore, and I stopped caring about what you think of me a while ago.

I care about you, but not for you.

I don't want to be your best friend.

I'll be your friend, but I don't trust you.

But I will be friendly to you because everyone deserves to be treated kindly.

But you aren't like that. You don't see life that way.

I have nothing more for you. You suck the life out of me.

You make my maturity level go down to that of an 11 year old.

You bring out the kid in me, but you also bring out the gossip in me.

And I don't like me when I'm around you.

Not at all. Not one bit.

-S.A.