Sunday, January 2, 2005

Random Story Things
Yeah. Wrote it a couple of days ago. It's not really anything too special, heh. Mainly written out of boredom.

So music ‘speaks’ to you, does it? You listen to the singers croon out their shallow lyrics about how they have such a hard life and how no one understands them and how they’re all alone. And you think, Good God, that could be me. I’m trapped in my upper/middle/lower class prison and no one ‘gets’ me.

So you whine about your family and everything they’ve done for you, believing whole-heartedly that they’re only trying to bring you down. And you talk about how your Step-parents hate you and your brother’s a bastard and how nothing ever goes right.

But this is a bitch-bitch-bitch world and everyone’s heard it before and no one cares. They want you to shut up and sit down because they’ve known at least ten people with exactly the same story, and after the third they lost interest and after the fifth they lost compassion and now you’re the eleventh and you’ve lost them.

They don’t care because they’ve got their own problems and you don’t care about theirs. Love is a give and take thing and you keep taking but you can’t give and so they leave before you even realize they’ve gone.

And you meet another person just like them, and now when they start to talk you stop listening.

So keep your pain to yourself and stop your whining. The world doesn’t care and besides – it’s always more painful when no one listens, right?