It's moments like these... The times we play volleyball for fun and you tell me I suck at it, although I only played my freshman year. The times when you tell me I look really tired even when I got enough sleep. The times you acted like I wasn't very helpful, even though I sacrificed my peaceful shower time to do you a favor. The times when you ask for something that's 10 feet away, and go back to talking with your friends like you expect me to get it. The times I'm talking about my favorite candies, yet you start a new conversation regarding yourself. Trust me, buttered popcorn jellybeans shouldn't be disregarded, and neither should I. The times you act completely different when around your bad influence of friends, but expect me to be there for you every time you make a mistake. The times you ask me to get info about how girl/ boy feels about you, but never talk to me otherwise or ever think I'm useful for anything else. The times I remember what your middle name, birthday, favorite candy and animal is, yet you can't even remember my favorite color. The times I stay up late or answer in the middle of the day to talk to you, even though you take my advice like a joke. The times you use me at your own disposal and indirectly demand things, even when it's the most inconvenient time for me and you know it. I'm with my family... but I'm at your service anyways. The times you promise me things to the date, but later try to renew those promises or never come through at all. I'm used to it. The times I go above and beyond to make sure you're doing okay, yet you show more concern and thanks to those who barely know you.
I'd call it an emotionally enraged state, but I've got to say the most satisfying moment that night was when I drove off playing "Gives You Hell" in my car.
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