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so papa johns made me realise something and i’m gonna outwardly just speak about my feelings and how i’ve genuinely been treated.
i’m not the type of person to constantly complain though i do call people about about things and such. i’m never open with my emotions +
i’m not the type of person to constantly complain though i do call people about about things and such. i’m never open with my emotions +
since it’s so hard for me to communicate the way i feel about things. i worry about what others think of me when i do, i think that i’m a burden for them and that they do not place a single drop of interest into what i have to say and sneak out of the conversation by saying +
“oh i’m sorry” “damn” “you’ll get over it” meanwhile i’m here writing paragraphs for every single person who’s leaned on me and opened up and communicated to me about how they feel because i genuinely know how hard it is. not once has someone stopped to do the same +
not once has someone sat me down and told me that i matter to them. except papa johns which i’m so fucking grateful for because my whole life no one told me that i am wanted. that everything i’m feeling is okay and is valid. i’m always the one saying those things +
this thread isn’t to shame my friends or make them feel like bad friends because i know it’s hard to relate to someone, i know it’s hard to try and be there for someone when you’re struggling yourself. so i’m not blaming anyone. +
i just had to genuinely get this off my chest because it’s been bugging me for a long time. thank you for reading, i love you.
