Yeah, sometimes it’s good to be a shortie but it gets really annoying. I really hate it when people use me as a head rest or rest their arm on my shoulder. Like, do I look like a table to you? And whenever we take class photos I’m one of the people who have to sit because I’m too short to stand in the middle or top row. At school it’s like everyone’s a giant and hitting their growth spurt and there’s just me, the midget who has to look up to make eye contact with people.
The awkward moment when you walk into a couple having a make out session and you totally ruin it for them.
I don’t want people knowing how I feel. I especially don’t want the people who are important to me worrying and having them know about half the things that go through my head. Even if I know I should share to people about my emotions, I just don’t want to and know how to. I’m scared of how they’ll judge me after in a manner that will make me feel worse than I already am. I’m scared and insecure about opening up to people.
It’s because I finally lost my feelings for the person I’ve liked. All my posts used to be about him. How I thought of him daily, how I wish he knew of my feelings, how he made me smile, how he made me happy. Now that I moved on from him, It’s like I lost my inspiration as well. It’s sad cause everytime I look back at my posts, it reminds me of how stupid I was to be attracted to that guy, after such a long time. Now I can honestly say I don’t like anybody and feel sort of satisfied about it.
ugh I hate it when my mom comes into my room while I’m on tumblr and she suddenly attacks me for like 10 minutes with her hugs and kisses and practically complains to me about her day and lectures me about my sitting posture then leaves. This happens every single day.
People who are academically better than me, people who look so much more better than me, and people who have the “perfect” body, or a better personality than mine. I’ve gotten so used to being compared, that even I have started to compare myself with other people.
Like just listen to me as I vent out my feelings and problems. You don’t have to understand it, you don’t have to give advice or reply out of pity, just listen. No matter how big or tiny the problem is, no matter how stupid it sounds or how serious it is. No matter if it’s about school, family, friends, or love or just anything, I really wish I had someone who I could recite the thoughts and feelings i have locked up inside me and have the knowledge of how I really am.
We pass by each other like we’re total strangers. We don’t even make eye contact or greet each other. It’s like all the time we spent together didn’t even happen. Like we never talked to each other in our entire life. Like we never existed in each others lives.
We met coincidentally in this entire world full of 7 billion people and somewhere along the line, we clicked. We had our fun, our share of laughs, hugging, holding hands, and all that lovey-dovey stuff. And shit just happened. Something went wrong and everything broke. We broke. We fought, and we argued about the stupidest things and hurt each other so much. And then it ended just like that. We drifted apart until there wasn’t any way to come running back to each other. We ended just like how we started.
But when you want to do it, you don’t remember what it was at all.
