blackriver

Pouring out my heart here, so be warned.

.....I try not to force who I am on another person. I try not to let myself tell another person what is right or wrong, because my feeling, my beliefs, my sense of right and wrong are completely different from the next. So it hurts, i mean hurts, when I am made to feel wrong for feeling a particular way.
If I feel a particular way about something and I wouldn't do it to myself, I wont do it do another person. Why? I don't know.
For the first time in a long while, I cried my eyes out over words. I can't believe i did that. I never cry over what someone says to me. But tonight I did. I was hurt. Insanely hurt by words. I felt so crushed. Andrew couldn't even say a word to me. He had never seen me like that. The words that came from inside I couldnt believe I had said those things and it wasn't direct to anyone but myself.
Now I sit here, on my living room floor, alone, with just the sound of the heater to keep me company. I realize how far apart I am from people. It's like I'm in the vally and the world, the top of mountain. I am have never been ashamed to be different, but today, it made my cry.