Azito

life is good i can't complain, i mean i could but no one's listening... but then i might as well if no one cares, complain to the emptyness around and accept that i am free to say what i need to.




so what could i complain about... people reading me and deciding what i mean instead of actually knowing what i mean. people thinking they understand, thinking i don't understand, being exactly hypocritical of themselves and what they say. yell at me for one thing, and do it themselves, write about how no one listens properly or no one does things they need, and then they never do those things they're talking about. hmm i could complain about girls, blowing things out of proportion as only teenagers can and getting into pointless tiffs that should have been avoided by simple maturity.




mostly i could complain about secrets, i hate secrets... people keeping things from me, drives me crazy, i don't know why.. i just need to know everything, i thirst for it. it's wierd and sad... but i'm a gossip and i know it. i snoop out the truth if it isn't given to me, and i often do things along the way to screw things up. People fussing, that annoys me... let's say i have a headache from a fall... i don't want fuss... lights shon in my eyes, u just wanted a pain killer. people fussing over me, over people that shouldn't have the fuss... i want to slap them for it, i have been raised... raised to be independant, to ignore pain... mental and physical, it makes me appear distant and harsh *shrugs* sorry i can't help that