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Saturday, February 19, 2005


Do you understand me?
this is something I wrote sometime last week. I was feeling... very down. Something I'd rather not talk about.

I guess not.

To be honest, I don't think anyone has ever
understood me before. Of course there are that so
closely do, but not quite.

*shrug*

I can act you know.

Everything's different. Nothing's how it used to be. I
know I should've expected this, but it's just that I
miss it so.

They all think they know me... do they?

How about you? Do you?

How sure are you that what I'm telling you is the
truth?

How sure are you that when you see me smiling,
it's a genuine smile?

How sure are you that I'm ok when I tell you so?

I've always wanted someone to talk to, and until
now, that's what I'm missing. Sure, there are a lot
of people I can talk to, confide even, but I want
someone who'll always be there. You know? I
know that's something I can't have, but still. It
doesn't stop me from wanting it.

I want someone who I can talk to anytime, who'll
stop what they're doing because they know I need
them. One who'll actually talk back and give me
the comfort and understanding I need.

Yes, I'm a selfish person aren't I?

But let's face it, even the most unselfish person
has thoughts like these.

I admit, I'm a very dependent person, I'm sorry but
that's how I was brought up.

Maybe that's why I really love meeting people.

I'm hoping to find someone who can understand
me or at the very least someone who's WILLING to
understand me, and accept me for my
imperfections.

I don't want someone who'll tattle on every little
wrongs I've done, or give me scoldings and
sermons when I make a mistake. I don't want any
of that. Who does?

I want to be heard. Without being interrupted or
being misinterpreted. I WANT TO BE
UNDERSTOOD.

Hmm... you might ask "what's there to
understand?"

*shrug*

You'll know when you understand.

Maybe that's why I like singing and acting.
Because I can express myself and I can, for some
time, pretend to be someone I'm not, someone
who's better.

Maybe that's why I like being on stage, because I
want to BE HEARD.

I guess that's too much to ask for.

Here in my very own home no one cares to
understand me, what more outside?

It's all I can do to make the most of everyday and
be happy.

Yeah, that's why I'm happy.

Happy.

Truly happy.


Ironically, I can be truthfully untrue.



2/14/2005 12:10 a.m.


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