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Hi, my name is guy who
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| Created: 2008-05-31 14:52:13 |
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Um.. Yes. I was bored. And all motivational when it was written. Ages ago. I think I posted this before. It's weird.. I like it. ^_^
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I have a problem. There I admitted it. What's that problem exactly? People. People in general. Whether they're there or not. They are my problem. People that label other people. People that label themselves. The assumers. The know-it-alls. The wannabes. The never gonnabes. The liars. The cheats.
Just people in general.
It's funny. How everyone thinks they know me, but they don't know me. And how they say they want to know me, but the minute serious conversation comes around, they run.
I want to have a serious conversation.
Just who the f[u]ck do you think you are?
No. Lose the labels. You aren't preppy or trashy or sporty or emo (my spell checker doesn't recognize you) or goth or sl[u]tty or stupid or uly or fat or any of that other useless crap.
You are a person. You are a living. Breathing. Human. Being.
Clingy, needy, wanting something.
So what exactly do you want to be?
Who do you think you are?
And don't say a liar because people won't care if you do. Well, I don't want to pretend that I hear you. That would involve caring, a useless emotion. And even if you did say it, I don't think I would care. So let's get back to where we started.
Who do you think I am? Do you assume you know me? That's pretending to care. When I finally start to trust you, everything unravels.
Do you want everything?
I'm sorry to say this and no, I'm not sorry. Thanks for asking. But I am nothing. I am no one. I know. Shocking.
But that's the truth.
I am me.
And me is nothing.
No pain, except this black hole in my heart. No feelings, except for the ones you crushed. I am me.
Nothing more. Nothing less.
So expect nothing.
No perfection.
No recollection.
No... No happiness.
Wait. I changed my mind. You can expect something. Expect this:
Expect to be hurt. Expect to be over-looked.
Unappreciated.
Lied to.
Avoided.
Unloved.
You can love me. Or him. Or her. Or it.
But keep this in mind: No one's ever going to love you more than you love yourself.
Not me. Not him. Not her. Nor it.
I'm not going to force you to accept this. Or me. Hell, you don't even have to listen. Just respect yourself. Don't ask me to.
Don't expect me to. |
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