My OperaChange
Sunday, October 11, 2009 6:04:21 AM
Change.
Haha, Pretty funny to think this exists.
The one thing that I’ve learned this year is that change doesn’t exist.
You poke, prod, bother, and reason, yet all remains the same.
Endless efforts to help a situation, or help someone, and they don’t care. You cry, tantrum, hurt, and all for nothing.
Attempting change is pointless.
Possibly it’s because the other person or group has to care enough about the situation, or person to want to change.
I think it’s just people growing into who they truly are. They were born this was and all efforts are pointless because this is just what they’ve finally evolved to after all the innocent and caring layers wear off.
That’s what I like to think because that means the person does care about you and really can’t change…
Until I figure this out though, I just have to deal with the fact that I’m last, always will be, and always have. Nothing will change. I can cry myself into a endless pit of despair; however, there’s no point. I’ll never be heard even when they say they’re listening.
I hope it’s because change is impossible, I really do, because when I find out it’s because they are just too selfish and harmful not to care, then yet again, my heart will break.
Down goes the self-esteem
Up goes the depression
Down goes my heart
Up goes the worries
Down goes the hope
Up goes the self-harm
Fun, isn’t it?
Haha, Pretty funny to think this exists.
The one thing that I’ve learned this year is that change doesn’t exist.
You poke, prod, bother, and reason, yet all remains the same.
Endless efforts to help a situation, or help someone, and they don’t care. You cry, tantrum, hurt, and all for nothing.
Attempting change is pointless.
Possibly it’s because the other person or group has to care enough about the situation, or person to want to change.
I think it’s just people growing into who they truly are. They were born this was and all efforts are pointless because this is just what they’ve finally evolved to after all the innocent and caring layers wear off.
That’s what I like to think because that means the person does care about you and really can’t change…
Until I figure this out though, I just have to deal with the fact that I’m last, always will be, and always have. Nothing will change. I can cry myself into a endless pit of despair; however, there’s no point. I’ll never be heard even when they say they’re listening.
I hope it’s because change is impossible, I really do, because when I find out it’s because they are just too selfish and harmful not to care, then yet again, my heart will break.
Down goes the self-esteem
Up goes the depression
Down goes my heart
Up goes the worries
Down goes the hope
Up goes the self-harm
Fun, isn’t it?
