I love
How even when his family doesn’t believe me, he’ll still stand by me. I know it’s bad for him, but it really does mean a lot. He knows I’m not the type to lie. No matter how outrageous the story is. I hate being labeled as a “Liar” it’s the same thing as being called fake. And lets be real about stuff, I’m far from fake. I wouldn’t lie to people who mean so much to him. And it just feels sometimes like God doesn’t want to give me any slack. And it feels like instead of life always getting better, it stays the same, or sometimes gets worse. Like my image always crumbles in front of people he loves. And I’m almost at my breaking point. I’m hurting. I hate being labeled something that is far from the truth. It’s like this entire fall and winter season so far, has just gotten worse and worse. From my dad’s heart attack, to getting sick, to grades dropping, and now this… Being a “liar.” Someone untrustworthy. I feel so insignificant. I’m at an all time low. And sometimes, now it truly makes me feel like I won’t be a successful person in life anymore. Sometimes I see myself going nowhere, and then I wonder what is wrong with me? It kills me little by little, each time. I’m looked at through a looking glass. Things may not add up sometimes, but it doesn’t make me a liar. Doesn’t mean because it sounds weird I’m a thief. Doesn’t mean since it’s flawed, I’m untrustworthy.
And then I waited for him to leave the room to begin crying.
“ We can rarely see things from the point of view of another person because we look at the facts through the screen of an impression or an interest which distorts our view; and then there are accusations, quarrels and misunderstanding. ” -Barry Long.
