i don’t know if my anger is justified in moments like these. is this a sign of me being somewhat of a healed person?
i was told that me complaining and being up front about my feelings got tiring and that’s why he stopped texting me. i didn’t see it that way, i genuinely thought it was ok for me to just be vulnerable. i see though, but i know me better than i know myself and my friends know me as i know myself.
he didn’t even take the time to get to know me beyond my sad and brute exterior. i can be funny when i want to. i’m just angry that if he had spent more time with me maybe he’ll get a crack out of me. i’m frustrated that he’ll never get to see me in all my beauty despite what wounds i carry with me. truth is he never saw me for how i see me. i understand though, i come off as too much and too vulnerable. i ONLY ever complain because that’s what i hyperfixate on. i don’t do it just to complain i have genuine interest in what shit i’m thinking about. believe it or not, i am actually quite the optimist, i like seeing the good in things. i’m empathetic, too empathetic sometimes, towards rude customers who don’t understand social cues.
i like seeing the good in everything i just wish he took the time to see that in me. this frustrates me, but it won’t make me give up on finding someone. i’ll dial it back a little next time, i guess, if i must, but i will not change who i am. i make room for all the cloudiness, my judgement, my vain, and depression because that’s just a part of who i am. i learned from it, i learned how to love harder than anyone else and i’m still learning.
i once told myself that “if grief is love preserving then anger is love undeserved.” i don’t know how true that is, that is just how i feel whenever i feel frustrated about things like this. one thing you should know about me is that i have never, ever put myself down for somebody. i know i am too much, too weird, too loud, too pretentious, but that is all things i’ve learned to appreciate about myself. i do believe somebody, one day will be able to appreciate it as much as i do. i am way too vain for somebody like me, but frankly i do not give a fuck.
so he just wasn’t the one because he didn’t want to get to know me at my full scale, big deal. i have no reason to hide who i really am that’s foolish. this is all you get and if you can’t handle it you’re just not the one then. big deal.
so please believe when i say that i believe i am a good person, at least i’m trying to be.