Forgetting

Hey all you non-existent people,

No one reads these. No one follows me. But, I need a place to vent again so I'm back. The topic for today is forgetting. Exciting much?

I'm not talking about forgetting in the way an old person has trouble remembering who their grand daughter is. No, I'm talking forgetting in the sense of forgetting all the good things, all the sacrifices another person has made for you. The simple brutal truth is that you can give everything to one person, be one hundred percent committed to making them happy and helping them out whenever, however you can and this doesn't mean they'll remember that when you need help. It's frustrating and it hurts but, unfortunately, it just happens.

I've always been the sort of person people see as a shoulder to cry on or someone who will listen to them. I've been told countless times that I have a calming influence on people and that I'm a good listener. Being a rock for other people is one of my most valuable characteristics. I like that about me and I'm glad others do to. It's just that sometimes I need a rock, someone to vent to, someone to offer their shoulder to dry my tears. And these people who I help everyday, who I've sacrificed for everyday, don't care enough to want to help me too. I just want them to remember what I've done for them and to not forget about me or take me forgranted. I want to mean the world to another person. I want someone to think I'm worth sacrificing other things for. It would give me more value. Make things seem worth it.

*Sigh* I'm done with being whiny for the day so I'm going to sign of there. I think I just need a cup of tea, a good book and I'll feel a bit better. Thats the amazing thing about books, they never forget you and they never let you down. I can always rely that whenever I want, whenever I need to, I can get lost inside the world of Elizabeth Bennet or Harry Potter. Fiction, my warm blanket, beckons me.

Till next time,

Chloe