Another of those weekends... when people think that shit in their lives is not shit and your life is up for analysis and that they can say anything.. because something will stick. So I had to go through a round of analysis... mental and emotional crunching. People own me, I think. They think of me as the right person to help because I am one man gone wrong.
They tell me about my fears of a start-up. When I tell them, that I have this idea and I am afraid to go through with it, they laugh at me. They coax me, mollify me. When I say I am in pain, they say welll.. what had you expect, you have given so many, so much pain. It's payback time. When I say, I am heartbroken, they say you deserve it, because you are not the right kind, you are the one who has problems committing. When people call the people they love "n" times a day, you call them once in "n exp (n)" days. So how can you expect to be loved in turn, because you hardly give something up for people.
People, people and people. There are too many of them. I think it's time to claw back into the shell.
I need my strong self back. Enough of emotional trauma and display. Nobody cares about it and neither am I going to care about it. The stoneface, the stoneheart is back. And I promise to take care of my dreams. My dreams, aha, my dreams.
They tell me about my fears of a start-up. When I tell them, that I have this idea and I am afraid to go through with it, they laugh at me. They coax me, mollify me. When I say I am in pain, they say welll.. what had you expect, you have given so many, so much pain. It's payback time. When I say, I am heartbroken, they say you deserve it, because you are not the right kind, you are the one who has problems committing. When people call the people they love "n" times a day, you call them once in "n exp (n)" days. So how can you expect to be loved in turn, because you hardly give something up for people.
People, people and people. There are too many of them. I think it's time to claw back into the shell.
I need my strong self back. Enough of emotional trauma and display. Nobody cares about it and neither am I going to care about it. The stoneface, the stoneheart is back. And I promise to take care of my dreams. My dreams, aha, my dreams.
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