Why aren't people honest with me?
If you think I'm being a bitch, tell me I'm being a bitch.
WHEN you think I'm being a bitch, tell me.
I hate when it only comes out later because you told someone else that I upset you.
Articulate how you're feeling, if you would..
Because I will always tell you exactly how I'm feeling.
Don't ignore my texts if you think I'm being needlessly mean and you intend on holding it against me.
Don't ever let me find out that you slept with me while thinking I was being a bitch, or being hurt by something I said.
These things don't piss me off.. they hurt me. Deeply.
Its funny, because with people I don't know, I'm extremely passive and non-confrontational.
I don't want to make a ripple or cause a stir.
But with the people I trust, and spend a lot of time with..
Maybe sometimes I get a little too comfortable?
Maybe sometimes I make observations that are a little too obnoxious?
With strangers, you never know what they thought of you, or what impression they walked away with.
But with the people you care about.. You expect them to be your mirror.
I guess.. maybe.. I trust the wrong people to be there for me.
Except, oddly, Roxxy.
For the comparatively short time I've known her, I can still look her in the eyes and know that everything that comes out of her mouth is the unadulterated truth.
Grant is another..
Tink, even though we don't spend time together like we used to. Probably for the best though.. I imagine her excessive amount of time spent with Christa has made her evil. She has certainly turned down every invitation I've fired in her direction recently without any real reasoning.
Marc will always be there for me. I would marry him if he didn't prefer the company of men.
I miss my old coworkers and my friends in SF..
Well, I'm officially rambling. I just feel.. really.. alone.
If you think I'm being a bitch, tell me I'm being a bitch.
WHEN you think I'm being a bitch, tell me.
I hate when it only comes out later because you told someone else that I upset you.
Articulate how you're feeling, if you would..
Because I will always tell you exactly how I'm feeling.
Don't ignore my texts if you think I'm being needlessly mean and you intend on holding it against me.
Don't ever let me find out that you slept with me while thinking I was being a bitch, or being hurt by something I said.
These things don't piss me off.. they hurt me. Deeply.
Its funny, because with people I don't know, I'm extremely passive and non-confrontational.
I don't want to make a ripple or cause a stir.
But with the people I trust, and spend a lot of time with..
Maybe sometimes I get a little too comfortable?
Maybe sometimes I make observations that are a little too obnoxious?
With strangers, you never know what they thought of you, or what impression they walked away with.
But with the people you care about.. You expect them to be your mirror.
I guess.. maybe.. I trust the wrong people to be there for me.
Except, oddly, Roxxy.
For the comparatively short time I've known her, I can still look her in the eyes and know that everything that comes out of her mouth is the unadulterated truth.
Grant is another..
Tink, even though we don't spend time together like we used to. Probably for the best though.. I imagine her excessive amount of time spent with Christa has made her evil. She has certainly turned down every invitation I've fired in her direction recently without any real reasoning.
Marc will always be there for me. I would marry him if he didn't prefer the company of men.
I miss my old coworkers and my friends in SF..
Well, I'm officially rambling. I just feel.. really.. alone.
I hate it that people often try to sugar coat things. I'm always brutally honest, and unfortunately have lots several good friends over it. I call it house Syndrome. The upside is, at least we're honest right?