I write

I write...
I write because its calming and comforting.
I write because its a way of expressing myself without showing outrageous anger.
Writing...
Writing for me can lead to other things such as me wanting to tell people to kick rocks.
Writing for me lets me say thing's l can not when I am around them...though I do not bite my tongue, so don't get the two confused.
I find...
I find writing to be helpful in such ways...
Such ways...I dare not say because people get offended.
Now...
Now that I think about that...
I don't give a DAMN!
I find people...many people...including my "closest friends" to take me for advantage.
Advantage...
Advantage as in calling me out of the blue asking if I can take them somewhere
or pick them up,
or take them here or there...
I never get a,"Thank you Roo," or "Roo do you want to do something or go somewhere."

Hell maybe it's me just being nice...

To nice...
To nice to not say, NO, or I have plans, sorry no can do.

I'm pissed...
I'm pissed because I am to nice to EVERYONE...
The funny thing is I don't have a mean bone in my body...
I have...
I have a weakness for people.
A weakness to always wanting to help someone out and make sure they are okay...even if they make a fool out of my kindness.
Then I come to realize, no one does that for me...
My Aunt died today...and not one of my,"closet friends" has called to see if I was okay... except for 2, Jonathon and Jaysen...also including Bryce
I write...
I write because I'm angry and I hate selfish people...
I write because I have lost all hope to try and talk
I write because this is the last thing left in me to do...
Just write...
I Write