Lovely

So I am currently trying to understand what makes us clash.
You see, you and I think so alike that I can’t see why we don’t meet eye to eye
Maybe we just can’t because we don’t want to understand the other person and only seek to have ourselves understood. Shoot, I do have narrow thinking and I admit it. I know I do because whenever I try to see why you act like that to me the way that you do, I just don’t understand what I did wrong.
Yeah, that IS pretty conceited of me that I can’t find whatever I do wrong but find all that you do wrong. But you know, it’s not going to get any better if you don’t talk to me. Why can’t we EVER have a decent conversation anymore? When was the last time we sat down and talked about the REAL things in life?
And I know, I know you always drop the “we’re are in so much ish” bombs everyday when you TELL me about the bills and the family and the drama and your work and the health problems and whatever else but when was the last time you wanted to sit down and listen to me?
Maybe that sounds pretty conceited,too. I mean, you know, what am I saying? I want you to listen me and listen to my problems. But I mean, that’s selfish, right?
I mean, all I do is listen to your problems. Ohkay, sometimes I even offer advice, but yeah. Sometimes, I do get tired of hearing all the doom and gloom and maybe get irritated, I get bitchy?
Look, I’m sorry as insanity that I get out of hand on you. I’m sorry for when I get bitchy on you. But I get so frustrated. I get so frustrated that you don’t want to listen to me. I get so frustrated because I am so tired of doing things for everyone and never being helped out and it hurts to think that my own mother would pull that one on me,too.
For,reals. I have never wailed before in my life til today. That was just pathetic. Curled up on the side of the bed floor wailing…whoever the heck can love that pitiful creature is strong. And possibly doomed. I’m sorry.