Lies and Conflicts.

I hate when someone says I don't care for them. When I pamper and adore them, yet they claim my words as fake and fraud. They think I am lying to them, believe that I am just trying to get into their pants, or gain some other kind of privilage.

I hate when people think I am just using them. Think that I don't care for them.

I hate being slapped in the face and called a liar. I hate the depressed that refuse to trust me. To realize I'm telling the truth, but they don't want to believe it.

I hate those that act Emo.

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Jade said…
Insecurity, babe, its a powerful and seductive force that makes us believe we cant possibly be that loved and adored..insidious and destructive..Im yet to meet someone who doesnt have some form of it. Its also something you can't help anyone with. No matter how much you pamper them. The more you pander to it, the worse it gets. All you can do is support them in cool and positive things they can do for themselves and hope that this will erode the self-dislike. Good luck with it all!
5:37 PM
WhenInsanityLies said…
Potential insight, but not sure if it settles with me.

Don't believe myself to be insecure. Doubtful, cautious, and wary, but not insecure.

Oh, and not to be too insulting.. But who the flip are you? Tried reading your profile, and just got even more baffled.
5:42 PM
Jade said…
I wasn't saying it was your insecurity that was the issue in this post, more the other person who wouldn't accept your love and care etc...Funny, I didn't realise my profile was baffling...but maybe it is. Thats amazing that you've come through life with no insecurities...well done!
6:46 PM
WhenInsanityLies said…
Where do I know you from, Jade? Still haven't answered that question for me.

I stare at your picture for moments, and can't place it. Give me a name. Explain to me, don't beat the bush again. :P

You puzzle and interest me.
3:02 AM
Anonymous said…
You don't know me from anywhere in particular, I just came across your blog ages ago when I was trawling around...
4:32 PM
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