Things That Happen...
- Nov 11, 2014
- 2 min read
I like to open in this blog, with a bunch of words that might be meaningless to most.
You reach a point sometimes, where you question everything about your self, and the people around you. esspecially that one person sitting next to you that you think you are forming a close friendship with.
But when your from two different worlds, cultures I mean, it's more then just words that are often times lost in translation. maybe it's actions as well, but in the end, what was intended, and what wasn't intended, doesn't change how you feel in the end.
Your hurt, and the other person may never realize how hurt you really are, even if you explained it to them. Even if you told them what they did to you, even if it had been such a small unmentionable action, the action spoke far louder then words. You would have been begging for them to speak to you that way instead of letting there actions say it.
Not only that, don't they realize, that you would have done it for them anyways, with out trying to hide it through other means. You would have helped them if only they had directly asked. instead they hide it, they hide the intention of only using you to reach point A from point B, and then...abandon you once that task was completed?
but...are you actually over reacting? is that really what they had intended? you ask yourself over and over again. well truth be told, It didn't matter, You still feel it, hurt, used, and very stupid. So do you leave it up to the other person now, to come and explain themselves, to try and mend something that they unitendedly broke. or do you wait...if your to find out that the truth is much harsher, and they let it die, this thing called friendship that turned out, was very one sided on your side.
question is, do you want to know? do you want to see if either is true, or do you just wish the person would dissapear off the face of the earth, as if none of it started anyways and then none of the confrontation or truth would have to follow. would you hope they would forget you, so when you pass them on the street, you won't have to smile and greet them as if you were a old friends.
The delima, that....you...face....That I'm facing....I thought I would never have to deal with again in College, but here it is, refacing my childhood situation, with men. It makes me wonder, when will i finally learn that I can only trust one man. The one that's willing to take the pludge, dispite all the things seriously wrong with me.
So I have one thing to say to that person, who hurt me, even if I am over reacting, This is how I feel.
像你这样对待女生的人，活该一辈子单身
(translation: A Guy, Who treats girls like you, will never be married and deserve it.)
(Chapter 12/13 hopefully posted soon...as of the last few months, school and...people...have made writing impossible for the moment...wish me luck then)
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