they were yelling about how i dont help around the house yet i have to do my parents bed, clean the kitchen, and fold the clothes. they were yelling about how me and my sister wont be getting our internet back on our phones because we’re messy and disgusting. and listen to this; they were yelling because we werent studying for Fcats.
Is it wrong to love two people? It feels like it, but then again it feels safe. I feel invincible once again. Like nothing can destroy me, emotionally or physically. I miss you, i miss your ways, and your scent. I miss everything about you. New person coming in, its like a replica of you. Everything feels the same. Now im stuck and a bit afraid, but this feeling is like no other. Its like that feeling that you get when you think you’ve found the one but you’re too scared to give it a try. that is what i feel. shivers, goosebumps, quite possibly the famous butterflies. i am getting them all.
"For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul."
why would you mention my name in this? i didnt mean to hurt you, or did i? I thought maybe i could help. I thought maybe i could support you, make you forget about your discomfort and your confusion. I only wanted to love you, but look at this mess. You say i have done this? You’re wrong, you’re so wrong.
What DO you know about love? that’s right, nothing.
Why do people insist on being so rude and disrespectful to those who dont have twice as much as they do?
I was walking through the hallways and i see an ESE kid, a person with a mental or physical disorder, and of course it never hurts to smile at them or wave at them. Even though i did get hit by one of them in the 5th grade i still think they’re one of the most thoughtful people to walk this earth. They open doors for students and say hi to strangers. I think thats cute as hell. Anyways, i see 4 of my classmates walking past me towards their way and to my surprise, they start making fun of them. Imitating how they walk, how they talk, making them seem like they’re useless. As if they dont matter. But who are you to say who matters? This has been in my head all day long, and its frustrating how our society has turned out to be.
These kids want to be loved, and cared for. I’ve lost all respect for people like them. Its just not right. Im done ranting, my frustration is just building up.
I am disappointed. Many reasons but i cant seem to choose which one could be worse. Never-ending stomach pains? 7 hours in a room doing completely nothing? Or not knowing whether to let go of that person that you once truly cared for? If i were heartless i wouldn’t care about it all, but that’s not the case.
I really wish my dad can get me frozen yogurt before this day comes to an end.