a pick me up of sortsA Story by Billyi was told that possibly, if i say good things about me, i may stop hating myself... it started out pretty negative, but i think it ended on a good note at leastit is not my nature to hate others no matter how much i may dislike them or dissaprove i can not hate another person
unfortunately for me i am not another person
growing scorn a burning, seething hatred rises from inside disgust confusion discontent
why am i... i? why couldnt i be anyone else? why am i billy...
the shyness sadness hopelessness
im not a good person really, im not im nice, caring, loving, respectful but that doesnt help it just causes pain
and with pain comes anger resentment
i'll be honest
i wish i wasnt so shy people didnt scare me someone could actually be even the least bit interested in who i am and someday really love me
i always tell myself why i shouldnt be happy and thats not good i know it isnt but i do it anyways i dont know how to be happy so if i think i might be i tear myself down because if im sad theres no dissapoinment
but i cant keep doing this i need to change so with that i'll say something good about me
alright i m drawing a blank its so hard to think of this kind of thing when you dont normally do it
alright, i have one this time i like the fact that i, me, billy, that i care about others to the extent that i do
that sounds kind of... i dont know... but it didnt sound right but what i meant is my friends they mean the world to me my family or whats left of it they too, mean the world to me without my family and without my friends i would not be here and i love you all dearly... and i enjoy knowing, that i am capable of this capable of love, and caring capable of thinking of others, and not only myself
ive met many people in my lifetime, not as many as i'll have met by the end but ive seen people who have no regard for anyone but themselves they step on who ever they need to hurt anyone they can just to get ahead and i could never do that i will never hurt someone else for something as trivial as personal gain
who would i be, if i betrayed friends, or hurt my family just to get a good job, or money, or something else when i owe them everything
never will i do this
i take pride in my sense of respect
i like that i hold doors open for anyone i stop for pedestrians i say excuse me if i burp i am polite, and that makes me happy even if i am sad why should i be rude to others and there have been times when i have not been polite because i was in a bad mood, and my judgement was skewed and i regret that everyone deserves some level of respect at the very least
and i am glad that i feel others deserve respect © 2008 BillyFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on June 3, 2008 AuthorBillyAstoria, ORAboutI would hardly consider myself a poet, a novelist, even a writer. What you read on here, is all me. My real thoughts, my real feelings. Do keep in mind however, feelings and thoughts may change. more..Writing
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