Delphie, I care about you. I care about a lot of people... they just don't notice. It's like Mr. Cellophane... Never know I'm there. I care so much and I try but people... just don't respond. I wonder if I'm here sometimes. I can have one great conversation that matters, but the next day the person will have completely forgotten. It's like I don't register on the radar.
I often think about what my funeral would be like. I think a lot of people would cry but few or none would mean it. It's the sort of thing that people do, cry to keep up appearances. There'd be eulogies about what a nice person I was, though everyone always despised me. It's about who it looks like you're friends with, no one really wants to talk to me. Or else I'm just a charity case or too unimportant to be considered as a confidant. I can live without some deep connection, though I want it, I will settle for anything at this point.
It's tiring... going on and wishing you didn't have to.
EDIT- whoops, we've moved on in the conversation while I typed.
bg2 sucks and that is the nicest thing I can say.
Updated On: 11/6/04 at 01:13 AM