Imagine reading a book of every conversation where people have spoken about you.
I’m done with people. i’m done with judgement and whispers behind backs and disapproving glances. I’m sorry to anyone I have ever judged, I’m sorry to the people who have been hurt by my judgement. You did not deserve it, very few deserve to be judged without being known thoroughly.
I wish people could delve into my mind, find the endless cracks and crevices that lead way into my thoughts. I am not the simple exterior shown to you. I am so much more than that but who has ever really gone diving into the lengths of my mind?
There are few who want to, there are fewer who feel it necessary, and there are fewer still who actually try to understand my entire being. If you ever do try, please I welcome you to. I invite you to take a step within my soul and try to unravel the knots of my inner thoughts. If you are able to, perhaps one day I will be able to as well.
how do people get jobs like
what is so wrong with me that i cannot get hired for the life of me