The Most Disappointing YOU
I’m pretty picky with friends. Something just happened, and I hate to think about it, but here I go writing about it. Well, read it if you want.
I like honest friends. You know, someone who’d risk telling you the truth tactfully even though they know that there’s a big chance of me being offended or hating them. They don’t care if you see them as your enemy just because they told you the bitter truth about you. I like them. I’d rather live with friends who tell you the truth than those people who make you feel good because of the lies or pretensions that they say and do. Some would even imitate what you do or say or LIKE because they think that I’ll only like them if we’re the same. What’s the point of being friends with you if we’re completely alike?
If we’re very similar to each other, then I might as well just spend my time alone. Cause there’s no difference. You’re almost me.
Some would just keep quiet about some things, while you gather all the effort and guts that you have in order to tell them your deepest, darkest secrets. It just doesn’t seem so fair. I understand that some things are meant to be kept, but why does it have to be shared to you only at more appropriate situations? Am I a situational friend? Am I only your friend when it comes to this situation or that situation? That doesn’t sound so good at all.
Why don’t you tell me what you think? Do I not deserve your ideas or something? Is it that special? Are YOU that special? Not anymore. How can I make efforts for you when you don’t? What’s the point of us being friends when you just treat me like a regular person? You might as well just step down from your throne as one of my friends and go on live your good life.
You see, this is why I do NOT care at all. This is why people tell me that I have a heart made of stone- because I stop caring. If I continue caring, I end up disappointing myself. I don’t like wasting my time with people who are no different from the normal people of the world. I don’t want to be treated like a stranger either.
This is me. I always say that I don’t want to do anything about me being me. People tell me that this shouldn’t be, and that at times I need to change for other people. Maybe they were right about changing my attitude for other people, but I don’t need to overdo it. There’s the danger of trying to adjust your personality to other people. You won’t know when to stop. Like some of my friends. It just sucks to be like them.
I just stop caring at times. Sorry but this is me and this is the part of me that I don’t really want to change. This is a great personality trait that I have, and this is what I use for moving on.
This actually made me happy that I left you. Go keep living your life. A part of me is left in you, but the rest of me doesn’t want to come back to you.
'Sup? My name's Chiui. I am currently living in a huge ass sandcastle known for its 0% crime rate. Also a lover of the scent of crayons. I like making lists. Will never be caught sporting a mohawk. Pasta drives me crazy. I am sometimes unnecessarily mean.