truth or fiction?
i just want to make a quick post.
My friends are always saying what a wonderful person i am, and how great i am. But i don't believe them.
I know this is bad, and that my friends don't lie to me. But i can't accpet that they are.
I mean ,i've grown up always being second best, behind the scenes. Never in the spot light. Which is fine with me, as i kinda like it like that.
But how can they see such a wonderful person out of me? I mean, i'm not too sore on the eyes, but there is alot prettyer out there. They'res skinner, funnyer, talented, educated and all around better people out there, who probally deserve what i'm getting from these amazing individuals. I mean, blair aya nat tory andrea branna elene bails and so on, how did they decide to befriend me?
What do i have that someone else doesnt? What made me stand out to them? These people with such talents, potencial and dreams. WHy me, i keep asking myself, over and over. What drew me to them, or them to me? How did i wind up so lucky? And what did i do to deserve them?
I believe this is a little treaturios part aya is talking about, but sometimes i can't help but wonder. Why?
And how has it all stayed? I'm still suprised every morning when i wake up and they're there, waiting for me. Hugging me. Likeing me. I mean, i have heard some rumers going around about me, yet they never waver in their beilifs that i seem to be someone of importance. its so wierd, as i just am...me. And i can't seem to discover what's so great about me. I can see why they rock, as they are just so...important. They are the ones who will go somewhere in life, become something amazing. They're the ones who will impact lives, they're the ones with ambitions and what they need. They are the ones who are self reliant and intellegent. They may not be school president or the ones who run the show, yet they make all the difference. They could easly gossip and blab and do all the things everyone else does. They could take behind backs and be cut thraot, but they don't. They don't need to stoop so low for a small, insignificant momentary high. They aren't snobs or stuck up, and they dont wear super tight cloths to get their attention. They get it from being themselves. And i have yet to hear one person call them a slut, whore or bitch.
They are amazing, and insparational. I feel so privalged to know them, and even know their names. I feel so honered that they talk to me. I have no words to discribe what i feel when they call me friend. I don't think theres a word in any language to discribe how...how it makes me feel. Knowing, that somewhere out there, to someone, i am important. Someone worth noticing. Someone worth getting to know.
Not just another face in the croud. And until the day i die, i know i will contiune to be amazed and proud. becasue it only matters what they think. No one else. And the sad thing is, they don't have any idea just hvae great they truely are. Which is one of the worst crimes i can think of. When i tell them, they say that i'm just saying that. But you can see something in their eyes. The thoguht that perhaps i am right, that maybe they really are as wonderful as i say they are. And i know, that if i tell them enough, they will see that they are, and the world will bennfit from it.
Its no secret that i love each and everyone of them. I love their flaws, their imperfectoins, becasue thats how i know they are for real. And i love them for them. Which is something everyone of them should know. Just how truly amazing they are, how meaningful they are to someone like me. How inspartional and supportive they are. Just how wonderful they are, and see what they are becomming. BEcasue, i am lucky enoguh to be able to sit back, watch them unfold into aweing people, and see history in the making.
My friends are always saying what a wonderful person i am, and how great i am. But i don't believe them.
I know this is bad, and that my friends don't lie to me. But i can't accpet that they are.
I mean ,i've grown up always being second best, behind the scenes. Never in the spot light. Which is fine with me, as i kinda like it like that.
But how can they see such a wonderful person out of me? I mean, i'm not too sore on the eyes, but there is alot prettyer out there. They'res skinner, funnyer, talented, educated and all around better people out there, who probally deserve what i'm getting from these amazing individuals. I mean, blair aya nat tory andrea branna elene bails and so on, how did they decide to befriend me?
What do i have that someone else doesnt? What made me stand out to them? These people with such talents, potencial and dreams. WHy me, i keep asking myself, over and over. What drew me to them, or them to me? How did i wind up so lucky? And what did i do to deserve them?
I believe this is a little treaturios part aya is talking about, but sometimes i can't help but wonder. Why?
And how has it all stayed? I'm still suprised every morning when i wake up and they're there, waiting for me. Hugging me. Likeing me. I mean, i have heard some rumers going around about me, yet they never waver in their beilifs that i seem to be someone of importance. its so wierd, as i just am...me. And i can't seem to discover what's so great about me. I can see why they rock, as they are just so...important. They are the ones who will go somewhere in life, become something amazing. They're the ones who will impact lives, they're the ones with ambitions and what they need. They are the ones who are self reliant and intellegent. They may not be school president or the ones who run the show, yet they make all the difference. They could easly gossip and blab and do all the things everyone else does. They could take behind backs and be cut thraot, but they don't. They don't need to stoop so low for a small, insignificant momentary high. They aren't snobs or stuck up, and they dont wear super tight cloths to get their attention. They get it from being themselves. And i have yet to hear one person call them a slut, whore or bitch.
They are amazing, and insparational. I feel so privalged to know them, and even know their names. I feel so honered that they talk to me. I have no words to discribe what i feel when they call me friend. I don't think theres a word in any language to discribe how...how it makes me feel. Knowing, that somewhere out there, to someone, i am important. Someone worth noticing. Someone worth getting to know.
Not just another face in the croud. And until the day i die, i know i will contiune to be amazed and proud. becasue it only matters what they think. No one else. And the sad thing is, they don't have any idea just hvae great they truely are. Which is one of the worst crimes i can think of. When i tell them, they say that i'm just saying that. But you can see something in their eyes. The thoguht that perhaps i am right, that maybe they really are as wonderful as i say they are. And i know, that if i tell them enough, they will see that they are, and the world will bennfit from it.
Its no secret that i love each and everyone of them. I love their flaws, their imperfectoins, becasue thats how i know they are for real. And i love them for them. Which is something everyone of them should know. Just how truly amazing they are, how meaningful they are to someone like me. How inspartional and supportive they are. Just how wonderful they are, and see what they are becomming. BEcasue, i am lucky enoguh to be able to sit back, watch them unfold into aweing people, and see history in the making.
posted by dragon's voice at 11:32 PM
1 Comments:
Hon,
I know how you feel. No matter how many times someone says something nice to you, it just doesn't sink in. "Could they just be trying to be nice?" "Maybe they're saying that because they think it's their duty or something"... The thoughts that that little Voice puts inside will probably never be silenced. But you ARE a great person. And anyone (including your family) that says otherwise either doesn't know you or needs to be ripped to pieces. WHO AGREES WITH ME?!?
Harmony,
Aya
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