…Deep down, beyond all the bullshit?
I’m actually a very warm, soft, intimate person, but the world won’t let me be that person. I forget it sometimes. I could go on but it seems weird self referencing.
So, no one sees who I truly am. No one has ever known who I truly am. No one appreciates me for who I truly am. Maybe it’s because of how the cards were lain. When I was 7 I was taken into a foster home. By the time I got back I had to go to a new school. It’s just there wasn’t enough time for people to grow familiar with me for that kind of familiarity to form. I don’t have any childhood friends. Not early childhood. Maybe things would be different, maybe if someone knew me back then.
No one ever gives me a chance to express myself. No one ever divests them self in other people. No one has any patience for anyone anymore. Me included. Maybe I can be someone who does. Maybe I can lead as an example.
Just lost thoughts on the backdrop of my downward spiral.
People are just glued to their phones. And we can never go back.