You started beautiful day or just bad day. Maybe you're feeling very awful and exhausted. And you want some to be felt. Maybe you're just touched to heart and don't want to feel alone. Maybe this all things it's not a big deal but you still felling terrible and then, one people start to talking about your situation and say. " You're exaggerating too much ? What does that have to do with anything ? " SHUT THE FUCK UP !
I'm just feel very very bad it's like my brain doesn't stop about anything, like running marathon and this, this killing me. I just feel very, very, and overwhelmingly bad, and it feels like that day is worse than all the bad days I’ve ever had—and that’s not an exaggeration, because that’s truly how I feel right now. And I want you by my side. Doesn’t everyone has days like this? On that day, I want everything more than ever. On that day, I want to feel you more than anything else.
But you... But then you suddenly start acting all weird and nonsense. It’s like something happens to you too. And you end up making me feel even worse.
I’m not saying you don’t care of me. I’m not saying you don’t love me. I’m asking why you acted that way on that day.
I’m saying: Why couldn’t I feel you on that day?
You’re all so literal-minded that you never want to actually use your brain. And then when you finally get an answer, you lash out, roar like you’re absolutely right, and just keep being hurtful.
You don’t even know that if you water a flower every day and then skip just one day, it might sulk.
To you, everything is straightforward. To you, everything is an exaggeration.
Talking about these things with you is pointless, because you never understand. Or rather—you never want to understand.
You only realize the value of things once they’re gone, and you think you can just get them back.
But your desperate flailing is nothing but a comedy show to us.
You’ll never understand how even the slightest change in behavior, the tiniest different reaction or response, can mean so much to us.
You never stop to think about how much it makes us question everything.
And when we don’t know what to do with how we’re feeling, when we react, we get hit with a big “What does that even have to do with anything?” and get dragged into nothingness.
You know what? Forget it. Just fuck it.
You guys are unbeatable when it comes to ruining everything.
You ruin everything.
I wish, just sometimes, you’d try a little harder to push your brain, so none of this would have to happen.
Was that too much?
What do you think?
Say it.
Manchild.
u spilled girl
HALF YOUR BRAIN IS AINT THERE