My Story - My Side.
May 22nd, 2008 by sousblogIunno if ya gonna read this or not, but I’m gonna say it. Otherwise, I’m not gonna sleep well tonite.
It was fun at the first. To find a new friend, to be able to ease the pain, to be able to care for someone, to be able to help someone, to be able to share something… It was fun. It makes myself feel useful. I was happy.
But as I said before, shit happens. A LOT.
To everyone.
I always back you up. I always be there for you. I always be there to support you.
But shit happens. A LOT.
Even to me.
Do you know how does it hurt when you said that you don’t care whether I care for you or not? It’s like shattering a friend’s trust. But I told you before, I don’t want to lose friends, remember? So I picked up the pieces, tried to connect it piece by piece.
And I was able to do it.
And some other shit happened now and then, but I tried to endure it. And I was able to do it.
Then, we weren’t talking for a long time. Well, not too long, but it’s pretty long for me. I’ll admit this. I miss you.
And suddenly you called me. I was in a doubt; answer it or not. But I answered it. And it was such an unimportant thing. It is important for you, but for me? It’s like you don’t trust me.
And I was so pissed off. I was screaming in my pillow, and I think my throat now gets irritated because of that. And then I wrote the lesson of life in my blog. For my lullaby.
In the following night, you called me again. I picked the liberty of not answering your call. Beside, I was sleeping. And you sms’d me.
Feeling guilty, I couldn’t help but keep on worrying. The tone in the SMS IS worrying. Everything’s worrying.
I ended up sms’d some nonsense to you. Trying to tell you, that "Hey. Everythin’s fine. I’m still the old me, the stupid, annoying ol’ me. So no worries. ‘Av no worries, kay? Kay?"
Still not feeling enough, I tried to talk to you directly. Even though my throat is getting more hurt, even though I know that my body temperature is rising.
In the end, I end up in your circle of nonsense. Perfect.
Was it all for nothing?
Like dumped trash, I now don’t want to know anything. Anymore.
And surprisingly, all I want, is to make friends.
I know it’s pathetic. But it’s my side.
PS: I bet you still can’t pronounce ‘pathetic’ till now ;))