This post has totally no relation to my stay USA, just one on my usual rants.
Just feel like I needed to get some feelings off my chest.
Who else is willing to always be there to listen to what I have to say, other than my blog?
So if you’re here to read about Orlando, refer BELOWWWW (the next post).
Have you ever felt lousy because of your differences with someone else?
Well I have, let me elaborate.
Everyone acts differently, because we’re special, because we’re unique.
But differences often come as something negative in my case.
“Why can’t you just see things the way I do?”
“Why can’t you just sympathise and feel what I feel, understand what I’m going through?”
“And why can’t you be more sensitive, to how others, or how I feel?”
I know I think a lot, and maybe it’s just me being oversensitive to what someone, or anyone does.
I just don’t understand why some people just don’t care, as much as I do?
Do I, or anything else just mean less than how much you, or they mean to me?
Why do some people see everything as a joke all the time?
Why can’t they just take things serious for once, can’t they understand the severity of matters?
Is it just the emotional quotient of an individual, or is it me.
I know I over-think a lot, but it’s not that I want to.
And often when I get trapped in a vortex of my own thoughts, I really don’t know what to do.
I often sleep it away, but it’s not like my self-created problems would be solved once I wake up.
And many times, I just think more the next day.
I always want someone to turn to, but that makes me weak, it makes me over dependent.
I wish I could rely on myself, be as strong as the people out there.
I wish I wasn’t a pussy like this.
I wish I could be someone who doesn’t care, someone who won’t hurt from caring, someone... unlike me.