i've come to the realization that most of the trouble in my life stems from me saying too much of what i feel, or not saying enough when the time calls for it, just because i'm too nice to do otherwise...
people tell me all the time that i'm the nicest, most sincere person they know. but if they only knew how my sincerity comes back to taunt me on a regular basis, they would tell me that i'm probably stupid for being as nice as i have been so many times before. it's equivalent to being stepped on and ignored many times over, and as a result, i am left to "clean up" messes and nurse my wounded feelings. i know there's probably other people who can attest to feeling the same way, if only at least PART of the time. really, it's just a matter of the fact i feel i wouldn't be a good friend if i finally just put my foot down about something...totally the wrong idea, i know. and i realize that perhaps i'm not being the best friend when i secretly wish that things don't work out for some people...
Friday, August 25
ever felt like a piece of trash?
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