Nobody will ever appreciate or understand. Nobody. I've tried and tried and tried again. Everyone, even those who I love undoubtedly, has zero feeling and appreciation towards how I think.
And that's something I think I should be used to by now. Too bad I'm not. I don't know why I think I'm this closed book waiting for someone to become extremely inspired by what I write. Fuck, I write the craziest shit in the world. I write stuff that won't and can't make sense to anyone else because they weren't involved. Maybe that's my problem. I can't relate. But honestly, I don't want to.
Maybe, just maybe they'll be someone out there who will stumble across my blog and read everything in its entirety and think, "oh my, this is these are the words I've been searching for my entire life."
Until then, I'll just keep all of my words a secret.
I care enough about my words to spoil them.
And that's something I think I should be used to by now. Too bad I'm not. I don't know why I think I'm this closed book waiting for someone to become extremely inspired by what I write. Fuck, I write the craziest shit in the world. I write stuff that won't and can't make sense to anyone else because they weren't involved. Maybe that's my problem. I can't relate. But honestly, I don't want to.
Maybe, just maybe they'll be someone out there who will stumble across my blog and read everything in its entirety and think, "oh my, this is these are the words I've been searching for my entire life."
Until then, I'll just keep all of my words a secret.
I care enough about my words to spoil them.
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