I will be better, I will strive to be better, for you.
Even though you’ve lived a different life than mine, I do not look down on you or question you’re intelligence, I never want you to feel shame, and I always boast your esteem,
I love you,
But why do you always make me feel below you?
How can you make me feel beautiful in one night, but take it back the next day, and make me feel like a cheap whore,
Cause my skirts to short,
And my shirt rides too high
I always thought I had all these special friendships with all these people. I get close to someone and I think we have a divine connections, but here I am today and I learn these feelings are one sided. Nothing is special. Nothing really mattered. And learning all those people from your past didn’t see you the way you saw them, can make you wonder, what about the people in your life today?
But no matter how many times I’ve been let down, I keep believing.
Because, someone has to.
I’m upset that Nikki never talks to me, that Taylor threw away our friendship for someone who doesn’t give a fuck about her, that Vaekna doesn’t even have the respect to open the door and HAS PICTURES ON FACEBOOK OF HER WITH MY STUFF, that Tim isn’t currently next to me, that I tried so hard to be there for Vaenka and this is how she treats me, that Vince let go of me. That Moose was actually a shitty friend. That someone, probably Taylor told some girl I slept with I’m embarrassed at how much people used me.