I am constantly wallowing in my own self-misery that I am completely, and utterly oblivious to others and their needs and problems. I am constantly thinking they too are into me for me, that I’m totally oblivious to the fact that they’re only after one thing. I am always throwing out signals thinking that they too are sending signals back, but once again I am eternally oblivious to the fact that they’re not sending anything back. Why am I saying I’m different from other girls when I’m just as naive and needy as most. Although I try not to be, I like the attention and affection and knowing that someone cares. But what I neglect to realize is that there are people who will willingly give me all of that, and they are without my knowledge and I don’t ever give them credit.
Why is it that I still love someone so far from me, physically and emotionally? I don’t know if it really is love that others are talking about but it is to me. I don’t know if he feels or has ever felt the same for me, all I know is that it will never be. Not at this rate. But I’ll settle for being his best friend. I’ll settle for being a constant person in his life. As much as it still hurts when I really take time to think about it, I still do love him.
But that’s another story for another time. Again, I go off on a tangent about myself when I meant to reflect on how I’m always talking about myself to others neglecting what they are going through.
It’s 12:18 am, I’m tired. Goodnight.