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"You know, you're sort of cold-hearted."
"Yeah, you're insensitive."
She smiled while she listened to what they said about her. 
"Haha, you don't know how over-excited I get when someone texts me first. You don't know how delighted I feel when my Dad brings me chocolates. You don't know how sad I get when I see a homeless child on the street and how I ask my Dad not to scare them away and give them money. You don't know how much seeing a stray dog in pain breaks my heart. You don't know how absolutely worthless I feel when I flunk that Physics test I studied so freakin' hard for. You don't know how I used to be that girl who would stay up until 3 am so she could read all the deep posts in peace. You don't know that there was a time when I followed all those pages on Instagram which made me feel like the saddest being on earth so I had to stop. You don't know all the times when I texted my best friend to tell me something to make me laugh because I was feeling so low. But now, I've just grown up and I'm really proud of that. I have a sea of emotions inside me but I hide them because I hated being an overly hormonal girly girl. So the next time you call me insensitive or heartless, please know that you don't know anything. In fact, you know nothing."

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