Saturday, November 21, 2009
The End.
I have way too much sense for people. I have way too much common knowledge. I way too much logic. I have way too much consideration for other people. And I have way too much to do to keep dwelling on one thing. I comfort way too many issues. I contain too much anger. I give too much help. And I really have too much hope. I need to be comforted, and such. I obviously will only find this within myself.
This is my problem: I care while nobody else does. I wish I weren't a female. I just know that everything would be so much easier if my genitals hung down a little bit. This is the very last time its gna be a "Fuck Mariah." The last people I would think that would stop caring, have. I'm too tired.I don't completely give up because I think that if I care, something will happen. Too much of what I believe in is brought to shambles. This is why no one seems to know me: my heart has and will never be on my sleeve. I don't want to talk to anyone about my feelings cause the last people I thought that would stop caring, have. Those are the people I'd probably tell. I, personally, can only give/ take so much. My days are way too long for mental capacity. There aren't enough hours in a day to get anything done, but there's plenty of time for drama to arise.
This is my problem: I care while nobody else does. I wish I weren't a female. I just know that everything would be so much easier if my genitals hung down a little bit. This is the very last time its gna be a "Fuck Mariah." The last people I would think that would stop caring, have. I'm too tired.I don't completely give up because I think that if I care, something will happen. Too much of what I believe in is brought to shambles. This is why no one seems to know me: my heart has and will never be on my sleeve. I don't want to talk to anyone about my feelings cause the last people I thought that would stop caring, have. Those are the people I'd probably tell. I, personally, can only give/ take so much. My days are way too long for mental capacity. There aren't enough hours in a day to get anything done, but there's plenty of time for drama to arise.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Quickly.
I've quickly learned how to end a conversation. One that was going somewhere it definitely didn't need to go. The ones that start with, "how are you and HIM doing ?" Don't even ask how I am doing, just jump all into my business. I've quickly learned how to differ my procrastination. Turned it into patience, doing something productive. Something like sleep, I don't ever get enough of that. I've quickly learned turn to calm down. Well not all the way, I'm still high strung without any relaxation. I've quickly learned to give up. On simple things of course, and focus on the bigger things. Like move on type thing.
Friday, November 13, 2009
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