maybe that special person really is you.
I’m going crazy.
I know you read my blog.
And it pains me to say “I told you so” to everything you recently realized went wrong in your life.
I tried saving you, that was my best shot, really.
Unfortunately I’m not good enough, and I’m different than before. I’m just a jerk now and I want to give up.
I want you. But I also want you to start saving yourself.
I miss the old you much.
because you’re happier the way you are now, and i don’t have to spoil that for you.
I need a drink, I need a smoke, I just want to feel dead.
I’m sad and all I really want is to pour my heart out to you.
Fuck why can’t two lost souls become one when we’re already in front of each other?
I am sad, so sad it makes me sick to my stomach, or even my soul.
I know I said I quit Tumblr, but I just had to let this out. Since this could very well be my last post ever, I suppose it shouldn’t hurt to share my disappointments with anyone who’s willing(or bored enough) to read.
In my life, I would suppose one of the most important lessons I’ve learnt is to treasure your friends every day. With every moment and opportunity you have, treasure your friends. Because you never know when they(or even yourself) might disappear. With that said, I myself put my life on the line for my friends. Nothing is too problematic or too troublesome for a friend. Time is better spent with my friends than on anything else in the world for me -yes, that is a fact. But lately I wished that what I’ve done in my life would be done back to me. Because some “friends” -acquaintances I’d rather call them now- seem indefinitely caught up with their own life; with their own interests; rather than even considering to put in some effort into setting aside some time to catch up on old friendships. It’s like their time is worth so much. So much more than a humble friendship. I would rather not bother about people who do not think as much of a friendship as much as they do with their time.
I admit it- I am a person of very high standards and expectations. But am I not justified that provided I only expect what I do for others to be repeated back to me? I take time to think about the feelings of people around me. I think before I speak; yes, all those insults were timed and well-thought of before I shot them at you. But I now know that less people than I had expected really put effort into trying to understand me. Unfortunately, I am quite sensitive to bullshit and I can tell apart people who are just trying to act the part. I guess I could refer to what I am doing now as “spring cleaning”.
As shitty of a person as I am, some of my “friends” really don’t deserve my attention or thought. So if you are one of those people, too bad for you, go fuck yourself. I would rather spend my time on other people than trying to appease you and what you want.
But there are too many people whom I don’t want reading my thoughts, and too many people who don’t really care.