I guess it's because we all want to believe that what we do is important, that people hang on our every word, that they care what we think. But the truth is, you should consider yourself lucky if you even occasionally get to make someone, anyone, feel a little better.
BBQ food is good You invite me out to eat it, I should Go, but I'm feeling kind of nervous And not quite myself So I'm running late on purpose And I know this wonÂ´t help How things have become between us But if I go you'll give me hell And that I donÂ´t know how to fix it Is making me unwell, well I arrive at your house But you've just got up And you are wearing a towel And your eyes look dark I help to dry your body And I see your cut So I give you a plaster And we cover it up I say "Have you been crying?" And you say "Shut Up" So we sit in the garden And touch the grass With our hands The sun is going down now And it's been okay You tell me all these things you did While I was away And this worries me somewhat You say you're fine Listen Can you hear it? Does it speak? Will I feel it? Will it hurt? Am I near it? I dont know I dont know how more people havenÂ´t got mental health problems Thinking is one of those stressful things I've ever come across And not being able to articulate what I want to say drives me crazy I think I should try and read more books And learn some new words My sister used to read the dictionary I'm going to start with that I'd like to travel I want to see India and the pyramids A whale and that race with all the bicycles in France I'm not sure about rivers, they scare me But I love swimming, I'm good at it And when I swim I think about numbers And count the laps When I was younger I saw a house burnt down And I walked past it everyday for the next six years Derelict, black, chalky and dangerous I wondered if squatters lived there I'm still not sure but I know there were never any parties cuz it was shit After a while the council got round to tidying out the town Making it less offensive here and there They said it was an eyesore so they let tore it down Behind the house was a wall with a few bits of crappy graffiti and the word 'Cunt' written on it in giant letters And now I walk past that I like sitting in the park And I like walking through it I like taking my dogs there And friends, and I like being alone I like flowers and simplicity I like compassion and thoughtful gifts I like being able to shout But I wish I could be quiet When I'm quiet people think I'm sad And usually I am Sometimes when I'm at a busy train station Somewhere big with the noisy trains like KingÂ´s Cross I feel like putting down my bags and shouting things out because I've got something to say Don't you want to share the guilt? Don't think, just try and sleep Kate Nash
You can't live up to what people expect. Nobody can. But I guess that's my problem, not theirs.
I am politically incorrect, that's true. Political correctness to me is just intellectual terrorism. I find that really scary, and I won't be intimidated into changing my mind. Everyone isn't going to love you all the time.
Have you ever been a place where hope was gone? Where all that's left is patience?