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HAPPY FIVE YEAR WITTY ANNIVERSARY TO MEEEE :-) 
LOL NOT MANY PEOPLE ARE AROUND TO READ THIS BUT SPECIAL THANKS TO @SKIMRANDE, @GABIKK, @BAUBLEFAERY, @IRRESTIBLE, @AGAINSTNOONE, @GIROUXTIFUL, @FIXMEEV3RAFTERMASTER604, @AMENAH AND ALL THE LEGENDS I INTERACTED WITH, ALL MY OLD FRIENDS (UNMENTIONED BUT UNFORGOTTEN), ANYONE WHO REGULARLY LIKED OR LIKES MY QUOTES (@Y0UNGL0V3MURD3R), AND ALWAYS AND FOREVER STEVE ♥
I'M SHOOTING FOR A SIXTH YEAR HERE BC I'M TOO LAZY TO WRITE DOWN MY FEELINGS IN A JOURNAL AND I LIKE SHOWING PPL UP WITH NICE FORMATS



I'm very hard on myself, but I've done good with what I've been dealt with. I give myself a tough time, but I do deserve good, I think. But the world doesn't owe me anything. I've learnt this. You need to learn to take sometimes, and keep a firm grasp so you don't have any regrets.

 




I show my compassion in different ways. I nag. You had an assignment due but you kept procrastinating. I nagged at you to get it done. Instead you went out and bought a rug. What are you doing? You always say I don't care enough for people. I'm not trying to prove myself to you. Well maybe I am. But haven't you known me long enough to see how I care? I can't show it outright. It makes me feel uncomfortable...way too vulnerable. So I'll nag. I'll nag and nag until you've finished what you need to do so I can stop worrying about you. I guess that's what caring about someone is to me. Making sure they're on track so I don't have to worry anymore. I am a good person. These days I find myself trying to convince myself of this. But good is such a vague word.

 




Sometimes you need fake friends so you don't look lonely. You still feel empty, but sometimes...sometimes you need to convince everyone else that you're not.

 




When I was younger I hated hugs. I didn't even hug my parents. I can't remember the last time I hugged my dad. It was just something I never did. Recently, however, I like hugs. Well I don't know if they count as hugs, I just like resting my head on people's shoulders. My mum doesn't mind it, my dad calls me childish but reciprocates it too. I love them. I never used to hug my friends. Now I hug them whenever I see them. There's many things I never used to do, that I do so often now. It's strange. We're always changing. Even in small ways, nothing is permanent.

 

You follow me around like a little lost puppy. I'm wording this wrong. It makes you sound so clingy...but in all honesty you are. You hang on every word I say. I didn't take advantage of it at first, and you got mad for it. I didn't get it at first. I've never liked calling the shots, but it's a strange kind of fun. You take the lead in some aspects of course, one person can't have all the control in a team. But still. You follow my every step. When I text you to meet up somewhere private, you're always there in three. When I want you, you're at my feet. It's nice. It's reassuring. I'm always there for you too. But other times, I wonder, how far would you go for me. It's strange.
Remember when you were holding a ruler and asked me for a ruler? I think that's when I knew. Not that you liked me, because that's just wishful and obnoxious thinking. I just had a moment where I was like "hey, he just wants a reason to talk to me." I smiled at you widely and gave you mine. I asked what was wrong with yours and you laughed. Your laugh was what won me over. (or was it the fact I like dummies so much, hmm)
Everyone thinks I'm smart. I just work hard sometimes. When I do well it's brushed over, because it's expected, because I'm "naturally smart." Do naturally smart people even exist? For a whole semester I just barely passed everything. I worked my butt off and only just scraped through. I was so nervous when my report card came. But my parents didn't even look at it. I should have been relieved, but I was just hurt. I always get sensitive over the most trivial things, but years after I still. Idk. I still think about it sometimes. How they didn't check because they assumed it was all A's. That's kinda when I realised I had to start working hard for myself. My parents are already happy, assuming I'm acing everything. I needed to work hard for just myself, because to some extent they didn't care.
It was a change in atmosphere. The wind was in my eyes. I wasn't sad, I know I did well. I wasn't crying. You kept reassuring me but I told you I really wasn't sad. It was the change in atmosphere. Stop coddling me, I'm fine.
The wind was in my eyes.
To be good, you just need to choose to do the right thing. But "right" is just too vague of a word, and sometimes you feel like choosing the option that will make you happier. In that case, if you made yourself happy then it was the right decision. But it hurt other people, so how good of a decision was it really? When you keep choosing yourself over other people, how can you know when you've crossed the fine line between being assertive or being selfish? I'll be able to tell the difference one day. I feel guilty when I'm assertive so maybe I know deep down I'm being selfish. Or maybe I've been a push over so long I don't know what it feels like to stand up for myself and have no regrets. It's probably not the latter. The last thought is usually the least sincere.
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