I'm too tired to blog. But then again, here I am blogging. Ironic.
Blooming late sux real bad.
Just think of yourself being all childish in a mature environment.
People don't give you the respect.
People won't remember you.
People forget you.
Even though you were them for them through hard times.
Even though you were nice.
You lack the experience to do what you want.
You don't know what needs to be done.
You fail.
Guess "nice" isn't the IN thing any longer.
You fork out more concern than needed, you become a freakish pervert to them.
You try to be concerned with the amount you think is right and they say you're evil-ish-ly apathetic.
You look at people around you.
They are well-accomplished(relatively; comparatively)
You look again.
They're no better than you.
Or rather
You're as good as them.
So why?
Why can they do what you can't?
Why do they have the attention that you so desperately need?
Why can't you be like them?
Why can't your true self compare?
How can they be so strong?
How can they be so liked?
How can they be so important to others!?
What aren't you doing?
What can you do?
YOU'RE SIMPLY CLUELESS!!!
And then you're hurt..... but no one notices.
So you freeze inside forevermore....
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I say fuck it all.
8.53pm
25th July 2007
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