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problems
Contributed by
kittiebiznitch
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Monday, 25th November 2002 @ 08:30:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
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sittin here passin the time
thinking about everything that happened today
one major argument this evening
it's just like everytime my parents talk, they have to fight
they get along for a little while, but then it goes back to the arguments
it gets so hard... i wish we would hurry up and move
they try to put me in the middle and agree to their side
they think i shouldn't have my own opinion,
that i should be completely sided with them
why can't my life just be less complicated?
when i talk to my friends about my problems,
they listen for a few minutes and then change the subject
they think that it'd be better not to butt into my personal life
when if i talk about it they would realize i'd be a happier person
and i wouldn't have it all bottled inside
i'm waiting for it to explode
and i know it won't be a pretty sight
i feel like the only way i can get my thoughts out
is to write them down, and just disregard them as garbage
and no one should ever read them
everyone thinks im the happy kid with no problems
they all come to me and make me sort out their issues
and i do it, because i don't want to let too many people in my life
i've already lost a few people, and i don't want to lose more
it seems that any time i get too close to someone,
somehow they get taken away from me
sometimes its my fault,
sometimes its not,
sometimes they have to move,
or sometimes they just leave.
i wish i could have someone to talk to that understands it all
someone to tell me it'll all be ok someday
even if its not the truth, it would sure be nice to hear
but, no one listens, and no one says it'll be ok,
so i wrap myself up in my friends, and solve their problems
and try not to think about mine
my problems are starting to surface, i don't think it will be too long
before i finally have a huge explosion
i just hope it doesn't ruin another friendship
i really don't need that
i heard a lyric from a song "i act like ***** don't phase me, inside it drives me crazy, my insecurities could eat me alive"
and i think to myself, that was definately written for me
even with all my problems, i still seem like a pretty happy camper
i guess nothing in life can be easy,
or maybe it's just me
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Re: problems
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by OreO on
Monday, 25th November 2002 @ 08:57:37 AM AEST
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This is so sad, that's all i grew
up around was a bunch of arguing
and pain, it's not somthing fun to
grow up with. And it certainly helps
to have someone to talk to. I hope
all get's better for you in time. Thanks
for sharing this one it took me way back
.::´¯`·..· OreO·..·´¯`::. |
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