Stop being emo, emo girl.
I can’t believe someone could still affect me in this way. The stupidest little things affect me, and it’s not like I’m entitled to such feelings most of the time either. I feel left out, I feel left behind. I feel that no one’s listening to me. I make it sound like I want to be the center of attention, and for all I know, I probably do. I want everyone to notice me, to want me, to hang out with me. I can be the most self-centered bitch I know.
Is that the problem though? That I want everything I can’t have, and everything I get, I have a tendancy to throw away? I’m used to material posessions so much that I crave the abstract, and I crave what I can’t touch, and I crave what can’t be bought.
I just want to not have to bitch and moan and whine.
I just want to be happy with what I’ve got.
I just want to be happy with who I am.
