My rants most times are baseless and immature. Sometimes it's about how I feel and why. Why do I feel this or that. Why it irks me when a plan is not done. A lunch date postponed. Or the feeling of abandonment when I'm not part of a group.
I alienate myself just because I can.
I have my own eccentricities which I feel are unlovable. My crazies which I resort to telling only my most trusted friends.
I'm holding on at the very brink. A margin away from insanely ridiculous thoughts my mind could ever conjure.
I recently read An Abundance of Katherines by John Green.
Here are my takeaways:
“If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my memories - would anyone love me?”
"Because you're only thinking they-might-not-like-me-they-might-not-like-me, and guess what? When you act like that, no one likes you.”
It hits right so close to home.
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