Friday, August 06, 2010
Sometimes...
I think people really don’t get me.
I think people think I’m mysterious and they get upset when they find out later, I’m not that mysterious.
I think people hate me for not revealing every last thing about me.
I think people think I’m stupid.
I think people think I’m angry when I’m not.
I think people don’t understand when I’m joking.
I think people think I’m helpless.
I think people think I have no experiences at all. Apparently, any time I’m new anywhere, that is exactly 5 minutes after I was born.
I think people think I’ve had everything handed to me and they get mad, jealous.
I think people think I’ve been spoiled. If that wasn’t so sad, I’d laugh hysterically.
I think people think I don’t know how to do anything.
I think people don’t think I want to learn anything.
I think people think I have nothing and try to hold that over me as if they are better than me.
I think people think I’m boring and have no goals.
I think people are scared of me.
I think people think I have more going on than I do.
I think people don’t respect me. At all.
I think people think I’m a pushover.
I think people try to tear me down to their level.
I think people really do not listen to me.
I think my family never gave a shit about me and don’t care where I am, what I’m doing or how I’m doing.
I think people make a lot of excuses for how they treat me. It always ends up being my fault, apparently.
I think people get tired of me.
I think people forget I’m human.
I think people think that my feelings don’t ever get hurt.
I think people don’t think about me at all.
I think people wouldn’t miss me.
I think people just really don’t care.
