"Attention whore"
That's what they call me.
I require more attention than the average human.
But I'm not an attention whore.
Growing up I was greatly ignored once my brother was born.
I learned that acting out gets you the attention you want from certain people.
I guess that act of rebellion didn't fade when I got older.
How do I explain this to him.
He wonders why I do the things I do.
How do I tell him it's because that's how I learned to get attention.
Nothing I do is good.
I act out.
Throw tantrums.
Scream.
Yell.
I drink.
Hell I've even kissed a person.
I posted the picture.
Because I knew it would get his attention.
He was mad but at least I was noticed for once...
Maybe I am just the attention whore everyone thinks I am.
YOU ARE READING
It's just me.
Non-FictionThis is just one of those things I did because I can. It makes me feel oddly better. I mean I guess you could call this a venting space. But I prefer online journal. Thanks for reading. See you.
