Sometimes its really difficult to figure out who your real friends are. You know, like the ones that you read about, or watch on the movies. Like the ones that will be there for you when you want them to be. To carry you through. I'll be honest. I'm a naive person and I'm also super sensitive. So, if you are really mean or rude or nasty to me, I will be hurt. Regardless of the fact that I try not to pay much attention to your cruelty, or your low opinion of me by telling myself that your quite beneath my notice, I will still let it get to me. I'll be bewildered, groping for clues as to what I did wrong, or hurt. And most times, both. It's bewildering, frankly, to realize, how no matter how you try to portray yourself as a particular person, the image the world gets is often quite the opposite. So, as much as I'd for people to think of me as intelligent, witty, clever and (yes, I know, I know, I'm vain.. but we all have our vices!), beautiful, I think...
Just trying to make sense in a chaos. Trying to hold onto a moment for posterity.