I don’t even want to FREAKING hear how you “have no pity” for me. I don’t give a FRICKING FLYING FLIP if you’re a FRICKING senior. I know you’re insanely busy. I CARE and PITY you for it. But you have no clue what is going on in my life, so don’t you go off saying you have it worse than me. You were a junior last year, too, and you were effing busy. DON’T FORGET THAT OTHER PEOPLE SUFFER, TOO, OKAY? You have added stress, I flipping know. But SO DO I. Okay?? I really do. I have more than I’ve ever had and I’m just trying to cope. So I don’t wanna hear how you don’t have any pity for me. I’m at my wits end here. Please respect that.
I love you, I really honestly do; you’re one of my closest friends, but no. Just no.
I wish people would stop worrying about stereotypes. I wish people wouldn’t pick on people who have things in common with other people - saying that they “conform” or that they’re “like everyone else.” In turn, I wish people wouldn’t pick on people who are different - saying that they’re “hipsters” or what-the-crap-ever. I wish people could just like what they like and not have to worry about what everyone else said about it. What if I liked horn-rimmed glasses but didn’t need them, so I punched out the lenses? That doesn’t make me a hipster. What if I liked Nickelback? That doesn’t make me a mainstream-loving loser without an opinion of my own.
The only problems are these: 1) When people start doing things to be different *just* for the sake of being different. My advice: do what you like and what is you and what you know is right (if it’s a moral thing, anyway, but that’s not really what I’m talking about right now… I just figured I should throw it out there). If what you like happens to be liked by several people, WHO THE CRAP CARES?? 2) When people start doing things *just* because other people do them. My advice: the same as before; do what you like and what is you (and what is right). If you happen to like things that are different, don’t be afraid of yourself. Love you for you, and not for what everyone else thinks of you.
I may have ranted about this before, but it’s really important to me. I’m so sick of seeing all of this stereotype crap all over the place. It makes you question who you are and what you like for fear of what people will think of you - who they’ll think you are.
Just figured I’d say my piece.
Sincerely,
Through with Labels
It’s hard to say I’m giving up, because it’s knit into every fiber of my being to NOT give up. But sometimes I feel like it’s in my best interest to give up. You and I will never be the way we were; she won’t let us be. She twists everything I say and comes away looking like the hurt puppy. I am the victim here, but she doesn’t seem to understand that… even though you do. But you can’t do anything unless you get yourself out from under her thumb. But you won’t.
I want to go up to you and tell you I’m done. So why won’t I?
that I’ve almost stopped caring.
After stepping back and looking at you from a more semi-objective point of view, I have trouble understanding why I loved you so much in the first place.
I’m sure that if I look back in my journals, I’ll understand again. But do I want to?
I’m afraid… I’ve stopped wanting to care.
