put your records on

I would hate for you to take my kindness for weakness. Because a long time ago my kindness was my weakness. But we've came to a point where (for you) i have no kindness left. Only common courtesy, and there's barely any of that. You act shocked when I treat you as though you are a stranger but over time that is exactly what you have become. So now I'm brand new. And you wonder how I can do this, how can I act like this. Well how could you do that ??? and that, and that, and finally that. So now if you ask me "how can I act like this" you won't need an answer because you're the answer.

firecrack

I have temper. One word, one action could deviate my every move from that point on. If I had to chose my worst quality that would be 2nd on my list. Anger is triggered so quickly...

my world my words

Ughhh... I firmly and absolutely do not believe in the term "friend". I want to erase it from the world. I think somewhere along the line my definition of a friend conformed to the equivalent to an associate. Being a "friend" is an in-between state of being a best friend or being a no one. The grey dimension is a way of pretending to like someone more than you do. If I call you a friend, that does not necessarily mean I like you. It may just mean I know you, maybe we've spoken from time to time and that's it. So don't get ahead of yourself cause now you irritating. "Family"... or realistic version of friends consists of a few people. That's all I need. Even though we may not all have the same blood you are on different level as regards to respect, trust, and etc.

eagle i

No one has ever known me... not the realll me, sad to say &&; most likely no one ever will. Knowing me would mean you would have to know what I've been through. I do not hide much information from people, however i will not willingly sweep it throughout a room. The details that I have kept to myself for many years have created another me. Honestly, the person I am and the person I should be are totally different. I can see right through my own transparent exterior and I worry that everyone else can too. I continue to do what I'm "supposed to" and "what I'm expected" and the real me is forced to subside, hidden under a flimsy camouflage. One person I didn't expect could see me. Surprise.