The Just Thought I'd Share Thread

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Originally Posted by Silver Springs

There would be no difference in what I write even if I used invisible ink. There's nobody interested enough to read, nobody there to acknowledge the effort taken. In the end it's all just empty and hollow words from a person who doesn't exist outside of the letters. Just one cut off of communication and they'd cease to be to me. They'd cease to care that I was ever in their lives, and get on as though I had never impacted them. They care not for my tears, my hurt exaserbated by their ignorance and inability to be kind. I know not one person able or willing enough to see how I feel, wholly and truelly. My feelings are selfish, that's all they know. I'm forbidden to be hurt by any wrong doing they may commit against me, yet they pick and choose the most innocent of acts to throw at me and dramatise. This emptyness is suffocating me.

I agree. I write all the time and post some of my writings on a blog, not because I need anyone to read it, but just because I need to get it out there. Only two or three of my friends know about it, but they don't even seem to care. I've learned that people don't seem to care what I write. Even if a line or two is really "amazing" to them, they still don't "get" the whole thing or give any of it a second glance. And as for people not caring, most don't. Most people are in it for themselves and never take the time to understand you because they are too busy focusing on themselves and get pissed at you when you aren't focused on them for the slightest bit. It is pretty irksome. I once heard a quote that I felt is very true: 50% of people don't care about your problems and 50% are glad you have them. But sometimes you do stumble upon a person who does care.