It’s been a really lousy day – lack of sleep, a lot of things on my plate now, perpetually hungry and so many insecurity issues. I hate myself for feeling this way, but the thing is that I had a lousy birthday this year and I can’t believe I’m still moping around over this. I feel neglected for all the wrong reasons and it’s tough because nobody really does understand. People always think they really understand when someone tells them their troubles but you’d really never understand unless you’ve walked the same thousand miles.
I am damn thankful for friends, but I don’t feel like I belong anywhere. It’s not like I need a million friends, I only need that group of four like in primary school where people bother to remember and surprise you with things. They remember that you’re an awesome friend and are glad they still have you around when someone else isn’t to be there for them. But I’ve been feeling like I don’t matter anymore (that fwwweeeling where you feel like your existence doesn’t make a difference in their life). I KNOW I’M PATHETIC.
I guess relationships between people are really just unique and weird in their own way.. don’t need flowers and hearts and bling and what the hell am I talking about anymore.
GOODBYE I HATE CRYING (I’m sorry to my WP followers this is such a classic example of my 15-year-old blog posts)