I’ve been kicked out, laughed at, thought immature…but in reality, they barely even know me. Ask them something really personal about me and they WILL get it wrong.
and they ask why I don’t tell them stories about me…
Heck! They don’t bother to ask what stories I’ve to tell! they don’t bother to know what makes me cry when they see me crying… they don’t frickin care what make’s me want to jump out and off of buildings… they don’t bother to even be there… just there… sitting in a confortable silence… they never do…
back to my old saying 10 years ago…
GIWIDS…
-Ry
