I don’t tell people what happens in my life because even if they think they are helping they just say I have the same feelings as everyone else. I promise that I don’t. They may be similar, but they will never be the same as someone else’s. So when you ask why I don’t say anything or when you ask why I keep everything inside, or when you get offended when I don’t tell you what’s wrong, remember that even though none of you try to, you put me in line with all the rest of them.
You categorize me as such with everyone else and believe that since other people have felt it and have thought it, that it’s fine that it’s just a phase or that I’ve been watching too much tv. And when that happens it hurts. In truth it hurts.
To know that the people I trust will just throw me in with everyone else. Well I am not everyone else and I sure as hell do not have the same feelings they do. What I feel may be similar to theirs, but never will I ever feel the same way as they do. Never.
I am my own person. I have my own issues. I have my own pains. I have my own fears. I have my own happiness. I have my own depression. I have my own suicidal moments. I have my own everything. No way in hell is it the same as someone else’s.
It may be similar but in no way is it the same. The depth of how I may feel will never measure up to someone else. The process in which I deal with it all will never be the same as another person. So never tell me that what I feel, or think is whatever because everyone else has thought or felt the same thing. Don’t give me that. That’s not nice. That hurts.
-Annabelle
You categorize me as such with everyone else and believe that since other people have felt it and have thought it, that it’s fine that it’s just a phase or that I’ve been watching too much tv. And when that happens it hurts. In truth it hurts.
To know that the people I trust will just throw me in with everyone else. Well I am not everyone else and I sure as hell do not have the same feelings they do. What I feel may be similar to theirs, but never will I ever feel the same way as they do. Never.
I am my own person. I have my own issues. I have my own pains. I have my own fears. I have my own happiness. I have my own depression. I have my own suicidal moments. I have my own everything. No way in hell is it the same as someone else’s.
It may be similar but in no way is it the same. The depth of how I may feel will never measure up to someone else. The process in which I deal with it all will never be the same as another person. So never tell me that what I feel, or think is whatever because everyone else has thought or felt the same thing. Don’t give me that. That’s not nice. That hurts.
-Annabelle
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