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I've been thinking. No, really.
People I like, people I enjoy the company of, I am always there for them. I mean, if they want to talk to me, about anything at all, I'm there. I'd happily spend hours with them if they need to talk something through, tell me their life story, etc.
But then I thought to myself, how many people would I actually, truly, tell my life story to? It's all well and good me being here for people, but I mean, it's pointless if they don't have enough trust in me.
There's only one person I tell everything to, and she'll remain to be the only one. I'm not sure what it is. I have no idea what I'm really embarressed about. Guess just a few skeletons that I think perhaps not everyone would understand.
Because it's all well and good telling someone a story where you 'found life really hard and everything was bad', but it's completely different to be utterly open. Most of the time, it seems, people want to tell stories of hardship because they want to be loved.
But then, what's wrong with that, anyway?
And then, some people make up complete bullcrap stories to tell their friends, just to cover their own real feelings. Maybe because they want to hide from their own feelings and want people [including themselves] to believe something different, because it'll make sense in their head...
I have good friends. To be honest, I have fantastic friends. It's took bloody ages to find them, but now I have them, it's really good. I love them all, and I'd do anything for them. Maybe partly because I want to be loved, but deep down mostly because I think, as people, they deserve all the help I could possibly give them.
There's this reoccuring challenge in my head, that I'm sure many people have too. Do something better.
But there are many many things that we're really not supposed to go through on our own. And as weak as you may feel for accepting that, or as pointless as it may seem to find other's opinions, it really does help. Because, honest to God truth, we're not perfect. And as much as you may want to deal with your own troubles on your own, or as much as you hate people that wait for handouts of love etc, it's always good to talk.
And funnily enough, I've got to end this topic now because I want to go talk to someone. :0)
Happy New Year people.
People I like, people I enjoy the company of, I am always there for them. I mean, if they want to talk to me, about anything at all, I'm there. I'd happily spend hours with them if they need to talk something through, tell me their life story, etc.
But then I thought to myself, how many people would I actually, truly, tell my life story to? It's all well and good me being here for people, but I mean, it's pointless if they don't have enough trust in me.
There's only one person I tell everything to, and she'll remain to be the only one. I'm not sure what it is. I have no idea what I'm really embarressed about. Guess just a few skeletons that I think perhaps not everyone would understand.
Because it's all well and good telling someone a story where you 'found life really hard and everything was bad', but it's completely different to be utterly open. Most of the time, it seems, people want to tell stories of hardship because they want to be loved.
But then, what's wrong with that, anyway?
And then, some people make up complete bullcrap stories to tell their friends, just to cover their own real feelings. Maybe because they want to hide from their own feelings and want people [including themselves] to believe something different, because it'll make sense in their head...
I have good friends. To be honest, I have fantastic friends. It's took bloody ages to find them, but now I have them, it's really good. I love them all, and I'd do anything for them. Maybe partly because I want to be loved, but deep down mostly because I think, as people, they deserve all the help I could possibly give them.
There's this reoccuring challenge in my head, that I'm sure many people have too. Do something better.
But there are many many things that we're really not supposed to go through on our own. And as weak as you may feel for accepting that, or as pointless as it may seem to find other's opinions, it really does help. Because, honest to God truth, we're not perfect. And as much as you may want to deal with your own troubles on your own, or as much as you hate people that wait for handouts of love etc, it's always good to talk.
And funnily enough, I've got to end this topic now because I want to go talk to someone. :0)
Happy New Year people.
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friends are quite cool, shame i don't have many
I thought I had good friends
Some left for college and the rest have been crap
Shame because I'm always a good friend
People suck
Some left for college and the rest have been crap
Shame because I'm always a good friend
People suck
I've been thinking. No, really.
People I like, people I enjoy the company of, I am always there for them. I mean, if they want to talk to me, about anything at all, I'm there. I'd happily spend hours with them if they need to talk something through, tell me their life story, etc.
But then I thought to myself, how many people would I actually, truly, tell my life story to? It's all well and good me being here for people, but I mean, it's pointless if they don't have enough trust in me.
There's only one person I tell everything to, and she'll remain to be the only one. I'm not sure what it is. I have no idea what I'm really embarressed about. Guess just a few skeletons that I think perhaps not everyone would understand.
Because it's all well and good telling someone a story where you 'found life really hard and everything was bad', but it's completely different to be utterly open. Most of the time, it seems, people want to tell stories of hardship because they want to be loved.
But then, what's wrong with that, anyway?
And then, some people make up complete bullcrap stories to tell their friends, just to cover their own real feelings. Maybe because they want to hide from their own feelings and want people [including themselves] to believe something different, because it'll make sense in their head...
I have good friends. To be honest, I have fantastic friends. It's took bloody ages to find them, but now I have them, it's really good. I love them all, and I'd do anything for them. Maybe partly because I want to be loved, but deep down mostly because I think, as people, they deserve all the help I could possibly give them.
There's this reoccuring challenge in my head, that I'm sure many people have too. Do something better.
But there are many many things that we're really not supposed to go through on our own. And as weak as you may feel for accepting that, or as pointless as it may seem to find other's opinions, it really does help. Because, honest to God truth, we're not perfect. And as much as you may want to deal with your own troubles on your own, or as much as you hate people that wait for handouts of love etc, it's always good to talk.
And funnily enough, I've got to end this topic now because I want to go talk to someone. :0)
Happy New Year people.
People I like, people I enjoy the company of, I am always there for them. I mean, if they want to talk to me, about anything at all, I'm there. I'd happily spend hours with them if they need to talk something through, tell me their life story, etc.
But then I thought to myself, how many people would I actually, truly, tell my life story to? It's all well and good me being here for people, but I mean, it's pointless if they don't have enough trust in me.
There's only one person I tell everything to, and she'll remain to be the only one. I'm not sure what it is. I have no idea what I'm really embarressed about. Guess just a few skeletons that I think perhaps not everyone would understand.
Because it's all well and good telling someone a story where you 'found life really hard and everything was bad', but it's completely different to be utterly open. Most of the time, it seems, people want to tell stories of hardship because they want to be loved.
But then, what's wrong with that, anyway?
And then, some people make up complete bullcrap stories to tell their friends, just to cover their own real feelings. Maybe because they want to hide from their own feelings and want people [including themselves] to believe something different, because it'll make sense in their head...
I have good friends. To be honest, I have fantastic friends. It's took bloody ages to find them, but now I have them, it's really good. I love them all, and I'd do anything for them. Maybe partly because I want to be loved, but deep down mostly because I think, as people, they deserve all the help I could possibly give them.
There's this reoccuring challenge in my head, that I'm sure many people have too. Do something better.
But there are many many things that we're really not supposed to go through on our own. And as weak as you may feel for accepting that, or as pointless as it may seem to find other's opinions, it really does help. Because, honest to God truth, we're not perfect. And as much as you may want to deal with your own troubles on your own, or as much as you hate people that wait for handouts of love etc, it's always good to talk.
And funnily enough, I've got to end this topic now because I want to go talk to someone. :0)
Happy New Year people.
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