I'm feeling a bit confused as I type this. The reasons and particulars behind it aren't something I want to mention here, but suffice to say, I grow weary of being taken for granted by the ones I give my all for. It's a disheartening feeling...
It's like they think I'm made of stone and steel, strong enough to withstand anything. I wish that was the case, then I wouldn't be feeling confused, I wouldn't flinch, I wouldn't hurt.
Even if all this is based in misunderstanding, or circumstances I'm unaware of, the pattern is there. I don't know how much more I can realistically take, without either breaking, or lashing out.
Again, life is hard.
I wish I was a stone.
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