Something to think about....

If you think that everything is happy go lucky,with rainbows, smiles, and puppies prancing around... BEWARE:you might wake up from your dreams.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

this is my apology to the world.
i'm sorry that i am the way i am.
i'm sorry that i'm tart. and that everyone doesn't like me.and that ppl act like they do when really they don't.
i'm sorry i'm sensitive. that's the way God made me. I'm especially sorry that my sensitivity waves from people to people.its not consistent.thats what love did to me.
i'm sorry that i talk to much.i always have.i probably always will.
i'm sorry that my room isn't always tidy.i'm not a clean freak where if everything isn't in its place i flip out.
i'm sorry i like turning things in on time and not being late.and i'm sorry for freaking out when i am late.
i'm sorry that i can't read minds.if i could my life would be so much easier but not nearly as fun and def not nearly as sad.
i'm sorry forget big and never forget little things like theme songs to cartoons.
i'm sorry i have attitudes when i'm tired.
i'm sorry i get confused so easily & my words get tangled up.
i'm sorry i'm not perfect.it kills me that i'm not.
i'm sorry that my feet hurt when i wear heels for too long.
i'm sorry that i don't make my bed up every morning.
i'm sorry i'm a worry wart.
i'm sorry i don't know technology like every 20 year old does.
i'm sorry i put so much pressure on myself.i wasn't raised to do it. i did it on my own. i don't like failing at things.and when i do it crushes me & it takes a long time for me to heel.no one ever expects me to do bad or to do great.but i'm just expected to do.i get stressed out about almost everything.and i'm sorry about that too.sometimes ppl go through times when they feel like crap. this is a time. January 23 2011. how long will it last...idk...will it happen again...probably. i'm going to cry even though i did last week.& i'm going to shower & i'm going to read.& i'm going to sleep.me being me, when i love someone i have a horrible habit of feeling how they feel. and i gotta stop. i have to. i always thought that when u were in love that u couldn't help but do it.but idk...i just don't know.

i'm sorry for alot of things. things i shouldn't be sorry for...i mean what does being sorry mean anyway.

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