Last Teen Year

Living your childhood was probably slow and really educational. But what happens when we hit the teens? Doesn't everyday seem to get shorter with each year you accumulate? Just realised that it was my last teen year... What happens when you're 19?

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

It's never a win...

Ever feel lost because you think you're finally doing the right things only to find out somehow that you're not?
I won't know what you've gone through unless you tell me and if you don't tell me, how can you blame me for not knowing?
Is it so wrong to be cheerful?
I'm really sorry if it bothers you, but that's the way I am.
I accept you for who you are. Why can't you give me some leeway?
If we were all the same, it'll be boring.
I try my hardest to be competant.
I try my hardest to be a good friend.
I just don't see any results and it gets frustrating.
So I think a little differently from you.
Is it so wrong?
Just steer me in the 'right' direction and I'll try my best to adapt.
I'm not a slacker, this I can say.
I'll work as hard as I have to.
I don't know what else to say.
Apologise?
For what?
For something I did not know?
That's just sad.
I feel very small whenever I'm with you. I feel uncool and uninformed.
I feel scared... scared that I should have known something I don't.
It's just a different area of interest.
Teach me.
I'm willing to learn.
Don't belittle me.
That will be totally uncalled for.
I respect every single person I meet.
Until I get a reason to disrespect you.

The main gist is...
I don't get why it's so difficult to accept who I am as a person.
I get so depressed that I have to rely on my other friends who do accept me for who I am.
Even if you don't like me, try to get along.
I'm not demanding.
Really.
If you think I am, then it's just miscommunication.
Think I'm immature?
I'm still learning and growing as a person.
It's not wrong to make innocent mistakes.
I don't understand you, but I'm trying to.
I'll do whatever it takes to maintain peace and to preserve our friendship.
Don't discourage me from being me.
It's just not gracious.
I'm on the verge of tears.
Not physically.
I'm confused.
I'm insecure.
I'm lost.
I'm sad.
I'm sad...
I try to make people happy.
But I'm sad...

I need my friends...

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