About me

Kent/ Oxford.

I don't really know what I'm doing with my life. I just regurgitate my thoughts and feelings here. I mostly blog about life, society and dumb shit that I cry about, so you probably don't want to read what I have to say but if you do, I hope I don't waste too much of your time.

Okay. Bye.

Thursday, 1 October 2015

You said you were always fascinated by mind, I don't know if that was ever a good or bad thing. I mean what was so different about me? about how my mind works that you were so intrigued by because I always thought I came up with stupid shit. You found some way to make me feel so important, not in a big headed way but more in a valued sense. I felt like you were actually interested in my views and opinions and to be honest just me as a person. To this day, I'm still trying to figure why you ever spoke to me in the first place rather than why did you ever stop speaking me. Because everyone leaves eventually, they always do. I'm not sad about it though, I'm not trying to make anyone feel sorry for me. People leaving others is part of life, I've accepted that. What I haven't comprehended yet is why certain people come into your life in the first place, if it is only going to cause sadness and agony. You did not make me feel an ounce of happiness while you were here yet I still liked you. I always felt in competition with god knows how many girls, whatever I said to you I felt like you would instantaneously forget it as you had so many other conversations to retain even though I was adamant that I was interesting enough to keep you around. I thought I would be over it by now, I mean you clearly are. Actually, I don't think you ever thought of me like that, even though I like to think that you did at some point, I know you didn't yet you still here. I actually feel sorry for you. People always envy those who appear like they have everything sorted. They always seem to have a good life, have all the girls, all these friends but really they're the loneliest. You instead use everyone you can to fill the void in your so called life. You don't do it in a spiteful way, it is more of a necessity which just breaks everyones heart apart from yours because you don't even have one. You make all these plans and take up all these hobbies to make yourself feel and appear to everyone else like you've got everything sorted although you are simply procrastinating all the time. Your life is a massive cyclone of misery and I'm tired of being sunk into.

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