суббота, 18 октября 2008 г.

a thorax




I feel used.

Thrashed, in a way. Like..I am unimportant. Like my existance is to serve others? Or am I being selfish??

I do things for people...and no one appreciates it. Some do, others are like...whatever. They just donapos;t care.

I guess I just want to be cared for. To me, this feels like a cry for attention. Iapos;m not used to being ignored. I guess Iapos;ll get used to it. I guess I better, huh? Itapos;s not fair to ask people for attention when they donapos;t want to give it to you or they are busy.

Iapos;m there for people, some are their back. But today, no one hears me. And I think...maybe itapos;s for the better. No one is bothered. No one is sad. No one cares. So it all works out in the end, yes?

I am a selfish person..a horribley selfish person. So I am going to stop. I ask for too much...

So I gonna go. Bye.

-Dana

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