I’m afraid of being alone – of never finding that one special person. My life is so rich in many ways, I have the world’s greatest mother, many supportive friends, and an education that will get me far in life. I am comfortable on my own and I love who I am. I don’t NEED someone else to be whole, but that doesn’t mean I don’t sorely WANT someone. What if I never find that person? OR worse, what if I spend my life with the wrong one?
I hope to God that I find that person, but I’d rather be alone for life than with someone who doesn’t treat me right.
I’m in my twenties, so some might say, “stop whining! YOu’re so young.
You have plenty of time!”…not very helpful.
I guess I should count my blessings and recognise that love comes in
many forms. I HAVE found love – in my family and friends….but is it
selfish of me to want more than that?
You live your life day to day thinking that you are the greatest gift to mankind (and womankind, since it appears you swing both ways).
You know what? You’re not. You’re a dickhead. And your dental veneers will fall out and you’ll be left with the real, yellowed, decrepit teeth underbeneath. And your teeth will show your true soul. And you won’t be King of the World anymore.
Not so pretty any more, are you?
I feel right curt at the moment so I ‘s just gonna straight way say that mind of mine’s content. Les’ or more, either works, the routeen of cancelin’ on person with darn nayer no notice ain’t what be considerd consid’rat. It ventures in the opposit direction of bein’ negatavely consid’rat. what they call inconsid’rat. I reckon cancelin’ do be done from time tah time. It be necesseray on ‘ccasion. P’rhaps even oft’n. Those cases, time seem as it ought be given to the ‘im bein’ cancl’d on. Forty five minutes seem like darn nayer no time to me. Ain’t even ‘nough time to pack lunch. Paid to eat ‘lone that day. Was good eatin’, though.
There is, ‘s well, that pa’t about the consistansee. New job with mos’ certancy is a nayer spotless reson to divurt plans. So was ol’ job an’ new sc’ool an’ new house an’ family an’ pretty much all things always. ‘t ‘s fine. All ‘mportan’ stuff. Jus’ seems I always am t’h end of the rope. If that’s my lot, I take wit’ a wide grin. However, a littl’ time, a littl’ notice for us down here at t’h end would be mighty pleasin’.
Thanks for your ears,
I just need to get something off my chest.
I want to be the kind of friend where you feel like you can tell me anything and everything. I want to be the kind of friend who you can call in the middle of the night because you just can’t wait until the morning to tell me something. I want to be the kind of friend that you cannot wait to see even though it has only been two hours since you last saw me. I want to be the kind of friend that you are the first to tell something really exciting to. I want to be the friend whose shoulder you want to cry on when you are sad.
I want to be this kind of friend to you, but you won’t let me. I need more than what you are giving me. I am not a person who just has a lot of friends, but rather I am a person who enjoys having a few really close friends. I really want you to be one of those friends that shares my life with me, but you are never there. I can’t keep letting myself get hurt and disappointed if that isn’t what you want too. So, I need you to make a decision. Really close friend or the friend next door. There is no in-between here. I see it in black and white. It is up to you.
I am tired. All I want to do is go to bed, but you keep me up. Why do you have to keep me up? I know I should have been studying harder all along, but who has time to sleep anymore let alone study for quizzes in the future? And now I am basically pulling an all-nighter just so that I don’t have to fail your quiz. I hope you are happy.
Your Tired Student
I just wanted to apologize for how I acted this morning, and I want you to know that I feel very childish for how I acted. I was pretty frustrated by what happened Saturday night, and it is not fair that I take that out on you. I should probably explain myself so that it is just off my chest. First off, I was offended that you got invited and I didn’t. I feel like the only reason I ever get invited to anything is because of you, and that hurts my feelings consistently. Again, not your fault, but it still stings. It was rude on HIS part that pretty much everyone I hang out with was invited and there other than me; not fun to hear about something you got left out of on Monday morning. B and T had been discussing it right before I saw you, so I was already ticked. Second, we had talked earlier in the night and you told me that you wouldn’t go without me and then you did…that was what hurt the most honestly. And you didn’t even discuss the going without me part… you kind of just pulled up at my place and said, “Okay, well S is going, so I will just go with her,” and expected me to jump out of the car happily. Well, I did not jump out of the car happily…instead, I went and dealt with my emotions upstairs. And then you texted me that night to tell me all about it…the party I didn’t get invited to, almost like rubbing it in my face. I know that was not your intention at all, but it really felt that way to me since I was already bummed.
Anyways, I was really hurt by the whole ordeal, and I don’t feel I can move past it until you understand why I was so stand-off-ish this morning. So that is it. I am really sorry that I was that way, and I promise I am over it now.
Thanks friend and I love you,