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How can I possibly be everything you want me to? Cut me to pieces. Apparently, I can't be the actress and still work on the newspaper staff. Obviously, I can't be the strong-willed fighter and a shoulder to cry on. Everyone comes to me with their problems as if I'm a diary that will stay locked forever. When you come sobbing to me about the fact that you ******** your boyfriend, I'm not going to truthfully tell you that everything's all right. I am getting a bit too tired of giving everyone what they want to hear. For once I just want to look at them and say, "You're ******** stupid. Just shut the hell up and deal with your own problems. You made the mistake, there's no going back. So cry me a river, build me a bridge, and jump off of it."
Listen, I love you all, I really do, but I can't be your scapegoat. You need to deal with your own mistakes, not try to push them upon me. Of course I am always there for advice, but don't always expect me to say, "The right thing." If you truly want my opinion, then you have no right to get mad at me for stating it.
And I do admit, I am a hypocrite about many different things, but I have my reasons to be. In my short life of 16 years, I've been through more than most people go through in a life of 60. When I go find a random man to have a fun time with, I know what I'm doing. I know how to take care of myself. I may look like a quirky bubbly teenager, but I have a brain that Freud would fall in love with. I accept my own consequences. Also, I tend to date men that I don't see in school because they are that, men. My problems are beyond the high school drama that your lives seem to focus around.
People like you don't usually look to the future. Everyone says that high school doesn't matter, but if you go around acting like an ignorant whore, than you will become one in the future. Every choice you make has a butterfly effect on the rest of the world. So if you keep telling me, "But he makes me happy," then I'll probably want to respond, "Will he make you happy when you come up positive for STDs and are forced to live in a trailer park while you raise your accidental child?"
If you ask for my opinion, you'll get it. I can be your best friend if you just accept your own mistakes. You can't cut me to pieces. I can't be everything you'd ever want in a person. My arms can hold gently, but my tongue can snap roughly. My hips can thrust, but my legs can also run. My heart can cry, but my eyes can burn. And my emotions can cover you while my mind can rip you apart.
If you want so badly for me to accept who you are, then you need to accept who I am. If you can tell me that everyone makes mistakes, then I can make mistakes too. And I will make mistakes. It is so easy to cut me to pieces, but with every piece taken away, you lose a true piece of me. If you want a perfect person, then cut away my love that I have for you, for all of you. If I yell at you for making stupid choices, then it's only because I want you to be happy. Cut away the compassion to hear what you want to. Cut me to pieces because I love all the pieces of you.
 Miss Pandora 12 · Fri Dec 22, 2006 @ 08:07pm · 0 Comments |
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