I don’t like to assume things about other people and so I would think and HOPE that my close friends would start to follow suit….
but no. They had to assume something much more than it was back in the day, and then when things turned out right a year later, they claim to be these geniuses. With very little vision, mind you.
Can I not have friends? Is it that weird to treat someone of the opposite sex with care? There was a girl who showed a lot of love to me in my senior year of undergrad and no one said a WORD.
I interacted with a lot of people, a lot of girls, wrote on a lot of walls and everything and it’s because it’s PUBLIC that people think things?
Why do I have to put something in private if it means NOTHING but friendly. Is that not why I put it to be public knowledge? To not be judged? Last time I checked, people send out a ton of provocative photos and texts to someone they wanna flirt with PRIVATELY.
I’m disappointed in the people I call my friends. Really disappointed that even acquaintances treat me better. Really despicable. And they won’t get it … they don’t understand why it’s a big deal but NEWS FLASH. I used to be like that and I wanted to make a way out of it and be someone else. I AM someone else now but they treat me like someone they were in the wrong time zone to even meet.
Is it not my right to worry, then? Must you act like sherlock and be high and mighty? Can I not be curious to ask a question so innocently? Why am I being stabbed for being curious about rumors on MY OWN LIFE. I hate being talked about FYI.
I thought my friends knew me well enough to know that.
“Supposing there was no intelligence behind the universe, no creative mind. In that case, nobody designed my brain for the purpose of thinking. It is merely that when the atoms inside my skull happen, for physical or chemical reasons, to arrange themselves in a certain way, this gives me, as a by-product, the sensation I call thought. But, if so, how can I trust my own thinking to be true? It’s like upsetting a milk jug and hoping that the way it splashes itself will give you a map of London. But if I can’t trust my own thinking, of course I can’t trust the arguments leading to Atheism, and therefore have no reason to be an Atheist, or anything else. Unless I believe in God, I cannot believe in thought: so I can never use thought to disbelieve in God.”—
A red rose petal, as red as your soft cheeks, gets stepped on by my shoe. It rained rose petals earlier and they fell hard but not as hard as I fell for you. My hand holding yours, but I feel as if we are in more ways connected, Matching rings on matching fingers, never to be separated.
My head’s stuck in the clouds, my feet are planted in the ground My heart beats in the open air, but Heaven hears the sound. And I’m not sure if I’m worthy for God to hear me, Because it seems like I’ve tried too much to be free Free from insecurity, from pain, from worries, but still being a fraud. Because I say I’m a Christian even when I try to be free from my God. And yet He gives me free will, He lets me do whatever I please. I’m so baffled by His love that it makes me go to Him on my knees. -Prince Jacob