No one really know the real me. What I feel is always different than what I say. It's not me trying to be fake, it's just me blocking out the world because they don't belong. Everyone tells me to open up and share whats inside. I can't. That is not how I am. I am no an open book like most can claim to be. I like the fact that no one knows what goes on inside me.
Though the one person who I should and want to open up to doesn't really seem to care. He may ell me that he does a 1,000 times but something doesn't feel genuine about these particular words. It's the way he acts and talks and responds to me that keeps me closed still to this day. I don't know how to explain it to him without him getting upset. I'll just have to wait until he stops only caring for himself. Though he'll never admit to it, and I'll never be able to explain. I'm hoping he will grow out of his selfishness that he posesses as of now. He can't see it, but others can, and so can I.
It's there, hopefully not staying long.
Goodnight
4 comments:
Hi!
Found your blog from a comment on that quotation blog...
I like what you write, you sort of inspired me to write. Please write more. :-)
Wow, thanks. I never thought to be someone to inspire another. :-)
Um, well, you did , sort of. It was the fact that you seem to be writing this secretly, as a way of letting things come out. Maybe I got it wrong, but that idea got me started. I have stuff going on inside, and no-one to talk to. So I thought I'd give it a try. Even if no-one reads either...it's still better, somehow. I think.
It works...lol..
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