i'm confused here. why is it that every time i speak, people can't take the time to here me. like i'm not quiet all the time. if i greet you, i greeted you. i greet everyone, so don't sit here and tell me that i didn't great you.
second, i'm not stupid. i'm tired of being the one who has the problem according to you. the one who is always being stupid and the one with the opinion that is different from everyone else. the one who's wrong.
when i speak to you, here me man. i'm not invisible, i'm not stupid, i'm not the one who's always wrong. quit being ridiculous. and then you wonder why i don't want to live here with you. why i keep bringing up the idea of moving out.
you want a future for me that i may never be able to fulfill, but if i want something for my life that still pays pretty well, if it's not what you're looking for then it can't work for you.
but it's not your life. it's mine.
i'm just sick and tired of living this life that i live, i just want to get out of this stupid city, out of this stupid state. everything.
it's not even living.
YOU ARE READING
two p.m. thoughts; random
Short Storythis book or "journal" will be filled with just thoughts i encounter throughout my days; thank you. :) . . . . *disclaimer* this may contain mature things, but i'm not sure yet so i do have it off, but if it does seem a bit out of your realm, feel f...
