Jealously..
Jealously is a huge part of me.
When attention isn't on me.. OR I'm being left out, I feel jealous
It hurts me, to know that while I'm not there the "friends" I have, are probably having sighs of relief that I'm gone.
While some people may be content that their friends expanding, and becoming free.. it.. it isn't the same for me.
I would like to be the main heart of my friends, and not be some third wheel.
This is a fucking dumb reason, since I am so keen on being alone, but all I want is the love and touch of a regular human.
I'd love some hot latino and german chick who loves to eat jellybean (not plural) to call me daddy. I would love for her to cuddle me, and tell her how much she loves the sound of my voice, and how she would like to spend all of eternity with me.
Or, a cute white boy, who looks like the love child of fiona and joker, to tell me how much he wants to kiss me, or be racist, but a cute type of racist (I mean none of that, except for the love child part)
But.. It feels artificial. It feels.. fake. Like those words were strewn together for my contentment.
They feel like just some dumb phrase, to keep me at bay.
MY pride wouldn't allow me to speak my mind. It teaches me to keep quiet, even in the most hurtful moments, or you would become a laughing stock.
When I tried to.. express? my uncomfortably around joseph, and val- (their flirting) I was told to "shut the fuck up nigger"
Events like these, they tell me to keep quiet..
Once, I was being bullied- for trying to express my problems to a teacher
That day, when I went to gym, some girls had ganged up on me in a corner, and one even slapped me. i tried to explain what I was saying, and when I looked around, the girl I liked, she had been sitting there recording. that was 3 weeks ago.
These make me want to kill myself, or even worse.
They make me want to be in an empty white space, with a sun, and chirping birds, and a girl who I can make whatever I want to be.. No perverted things, no boobs.. Just someone who I can lay my head on, as she tells me how cute I am. how much she loves my personality- How much she cares for me, and wants my well being.
That is the type of love I desire, and that is the type of love I would never get.
The end