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Misunderstood

Is it me, or she just doesn't really understand me? I don't feel like a self righteous Ahole even on my blog because I keep it short and simple. It might be true that when you use more words to express how you feel, it just bites back. Or, If you try explaining something to someone who doesn't want to listen, then maybe it has the same effect.

I was having a nice day, but from what I read, you always save the best for last. My day was going right until she tells me to shut up and let the actions do the talking. Somebody help me out here, she wants to feel more important than anything else in my world -- which isn't really practical and rational -- and then when I do make an effort to reach out and make it right, she tells me to shut up.

Maybe I asked for this -- she already said she was a brat, and she already said she was high maintenance but no, I kept it going. Yes, I did bring this onto myself -- I could only do so much and I could only give so much. Lemme quote something she told me:

you never really made me a part of ur life, i am sorry
that i stopped my life for you, i let my life revolve
around urs and above everythng, i let people that care
about me down just because i believed in what you
said.


Few things. I wouldn't ask her to be my girlfriend if I didn;t make her a part of my life. Second, I never asked her to stop her life for me or for anybody, nor ask her to let her life revolve around mine. I only said the truth, and here I am being blamed for telling the truth and her believing me. WHAT'S WRONG WITH THE F'IN TRUTH?

Maybe it's wrong when the truth you hear is the the truth you want to believe. Maybe it's wrong when you tell the truth and other people don't agree with the truth that you're telling. Maybe it's wrong to tell the truth when the person you're telling to will believe you and feel sorry for believing you later.

How misunderstood could I get?!

I miss my best friend... It's times like these when I need her most...

To her: If you're reading this, I'm sorry I had to drag it out to my public journal. I just don't understand why you don't understand me. I also don't understand how you could demand so much from someone else, and expect them to be happy too. I mean, the world does not revolve around you so please start thinking about that for a while.

Chill... (I know I should)

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