To Be Understood
Sometimes you feel… Does anyone even know what you’re talking about? Does anyone bother to read between the lines? Does anyone understand you? Is anyone out there? Do they feel the same way as you? Do they know where you’re coming from? Are you talking to yourself? Does everyone else just think you’re a freaking weirdo?
Sometimes you ask yourself those things. I do all the time. I think the biggest thing for people is to be understood. You want someone to know who you really are. You want someone to know how you feel. You want to be understood. There are a few people in my life who I think do understand me. For some reason, I think I’m a pretty weird person and sometimes I wish I was normal. I guess everyone is weird in their own way though. For me it’s just that sometimes I wish I didn’t have the desire to do all the things that I want to do.
I wish I could be content being mediocre.
