It's funny how they break you down with one little comment and win you over with a stupid joke.
I wonder if they are seriously abstract from their minds completely and do not notice your feelings are screaming to be eased.
Like, they seriously don't care, don't even bother to check if you are doing fine, and they don't notice your feelings' stability relies on them.
Plus, they are far beyond from being hurt. And they don't ever try to understand or learn, or get used to the idea of a dual unity, but a single, excluded and individual life.
Except when it comes to their mother doing things for them.
Such cowardy.
And then there's us, girls and femenine guys, totally vulnerable to all those unneeded comments, which could be easily ignored if we didn't care so much about things.
Somehow, it's strange to be so affected by a single unity, a single individual, while sometimes someone who bears an incredible amount of hate towards you may say the cruelest things on earth and they wind up no internal struggle.
The worst part of all is that men seem to have no memory whatsoever. Well, at least not when it comes to everytime they made you feel hurt, uneasy or uncomfortable.
But I wonder, if you cheat on them why does that change?
They look for it. They seriously do. They look for being hurt so they can somehow arrange to set up an emotional trap which provides us with a neverending overflow of regret and remorse, with a plead for forgiveness.
Yes, all that happens with a little word.
They work their way. They are constantly checking how longer, harder and deeper they can push.
That can be such a pain sometimes. Not to say a burden.
I wonder why the hell I feel inferior, then? I mean, I do my best not to commit any mistakes, to have everything in mind, not to forget not only important but unimportant stuff, making everyone happy, and by that, getting some happiness for myself too, spend my time in things I love most, manage a way to absorb somehow artistic inspiration to feedback some sort of artistic machinery which seems to work by poles, usually negative ones, and THEN it ends up on me. I feel down, I feel ugly, I feel underrated, I feel underappreciated, I feel numb, I feel befelt by tons of feelings I NEVER asked for, and seems no one bothered to deliver on me but myself.
Yes, that seems to be everyday life to me.
Something NEEDS to be wrong. And I'm going through a really deep personal struggle to figure it out.
But I seriously can't. After 6 years, I seriously, whole-heartedly can't.
I wonder if they are seriously abstract from their minds completely and do not notice your feelings are screaming to be eased.
Like, they seriously don't care, don't even bother to check if you are doing fine, and they don't notice your feelings' stability relies on them.
Plus, they are far beyond from being hurt. And they don't ever try to understand or learn, or get used to the idea of a dual unity, but a single, excluded and individual life.
Except when it comes to their mother doing things for them.
Such cowardy.
And then there's us, girls and femenine guys, totally vulnerable to all those unneeded comments, which could be easily ignored if we didn't care so much about things.
Somehow, it's strange to be so affected by a single unity, a single individual, while sometimes someone who bears an incredible amount of hate towards you may say the cruelest things on earth and they wind up no internal struggle.
The worst part of all is that men seem to have no memory whatsoever. Well, at least not when it comes to everytime they made you feel hurt, uneasy or uncomfortable.
But I wonder, if you cheat on them why does that change?
They look for it. They seriously do. They look for being hurt so they can somehow arrange to set up an emotional trap which provides us with a neverending overflow of regret and remorse, with a plead for forgiveness.
Yes, all that happens with a little word.
They work their way. They are constantly checking how longer, harder and deeper they can push.
That can be such a pain sometimes. Not to say a burden.
I wonder why the hell I feel inferior, then? I mean, I do my best not to commit any mistakes, to have everything in mind, not to forget not only important but unimportant stuff, making everyone happy, and by that, getting some happiness for myself too, spend my time in things I love most, manage a way to absorb somehow artistic inspiration to feedback some sort of artistic machinery which seems to work by poles, usually negative ones, and THEN it ends up on me. I feel down, I feel ugly, I feel underrated, I feel underappreciated, I feel numb, I feel befelt by tons of feelings I NEVER asked for, and seems no one bothered to deliver on me but myself.
Yes, that seems to be everyday life to me.
Something NEEDS to be wrong. And I'm going through a really deep personal struggle to figure it out.
But I seriously can't. After 6 years, I seriously, whole-heartedly can't.
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