I've been put down. Usually, I would brush it off, but this time I can't. Maybe it is true what was told. What can I do? I live my life, I think about the things, the people, the treasures that are bestowed upon me. It is my fault for my actions. I can't change the past, but I can learn from it. I'm bothered and hurt with what I heard. I deserve the truth, and the truth hurts. You read my like a transparent book.
It's easy for people to cheer me up. It doesn't take much. But, on my behalf, why does it take every ounce of strength to do that in return. Maybe suppressing my emotions again is the answer. I need that sense of explosive emotional reaction. If I get mad, I should get mad. How do I know if someone truly wants me if they don't know how to overcome my anger. All I know, tonight, I am weak. Weak-minded. Emotionally weak. Physically weak. My list of issues is growing.
Right now, what was told to me not more than fifteen minutes ago has been forgotten. I've brushed it off. Like I said, you simply call back and tell me something sweet, and I'm back to normal. Like a flash, my emotions have been restored. Why am I like this? I'm either extremely happy or extremely sad. And when you don't see me, I'm in the middle. Yay!
note: 2007 is going to be...good.
ps. I hate holiday texts, unless you're in my network. Just frickin' CALL ME.