To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the inner music the words make... ~Truman Capote

Monday, June 6, 2011

A Lot Differently Now...

Maybe I care too much. Is that even possible? I'm still trying to figure it out.
It's not fair when you put someone first who will never put you first. It's not fair that you want to be there for someone and they don't even acknowledge that. I have so many people in my life that I would do anything for. I'm the kind of person that if people show kindness and care towards me, it will surely and most definitely be returned and reciprocated. I know how it feels to not be thought of or cared for. I would never want to inflict that pain on anyone.
Sometimes you just need someone to hear you when you speak. Someone to see past the fake smiles and the facade of positivity that resides only by default. I can't have expectations.
If they care, they will. If they don't, they won't.
It's okay though... I know that everyone has their own deals. Their own cares. I truly do understand. This isn't me throwing down ultimatums or pointing fingers or blaming anyone. A person can only give as much as they can give.
Expectations only lead to disappointment.
This doesn't change the amount of concern and the amount of love I have for the people around me. I will always be here for anyone who needs me. I'll be here for you. I'm just done expecting all of that in return.
I'm not mad or sad or disappointed... I just see things differently now. A lot differently.

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