This was the topic of a recent conversation. And when the other person was voicing the thoughts that I have had time and time again about myself, it struck me that we're not as unique as we think we are. It's the same or a similar story everywhere. In a very weird sort of way it was good to have found company.
But in all sincerity I hope this friend does not succumb to the desolation. Instead. I hope my friend rises way above it all to have a spectacular life.
A tribute to you my lovely friend!
Blatant disregard to their feelings, pain, inconvenience, troubles, suffering, needs, insecurities, longings, difficulties, desires, priorities, compulsions, limitations, hopes, dreams, expectations, aspirations, ambitions, attachments and sensitivities.
It’s all about me, my needs, my feelings, my pain, my problems, my expectations, my suffering, my hopes and dreams, my this, my that. Me me me me me me.
Milked them dry. That’s what I did. Bled them till they could take it no more. All that was left of the genuine ones was the numbness. The others dusted off any signs of me and moved on before one can say boo.
The worst part is I have been aware of this all along. The whole damn time. Every single time.
But I am like a music player set on loop mode. The song just plays over and over and over and over. The listeners change but the song’s the same.
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I so know what you're talking about. You hit the right note. I can scream to be noticed and let people know there is more to just this part of me they see trotting around aimlessly. Sadly, I don't know if anyone can hear me. It's nice to have someone who will simply listen. No strings attached.
Nice blog, Veena! Keep it up!
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