LONG POST AHEAD.
MY TRUE CONFESSION.
I came across this phrase today.
"Her/His reality is not just something she sees, but also something she lives. The words I speak to her are not only unheard by her literally- but also unlived, and unseen- because she is blinded by her own thoughts"
It didn't occur to me at all, as I read through the lines, that I would understand how it felt. That a stranger could convey a feeling, all this while I never knew how to let out.
Odd enough, I could see myself uttering those words.
It is all too familiar to me. To be unheard. To be unseen. To be taken for granted.
This phrase deeply correlates with two person I knew.
If I had to describe them in words, this is exactly how it will come to transpire.
They were people I care for, whom I spewed things to, who's problems I listen to and who I would be there for, regardless of joyous and difficult times.
If there is one thing we should learn about life, it was to never expect anything in return.
Indeed that was how I live my life.
I thought to myself. The worse response I could probably get would be people expressing no appreciation. No "thank-you"s or whatever. That would probably be the worse-case scenerio.
How wrong I was.
Tell me, how do you deal with someone that never do listens to you? They hear, but they don't listen. All the things you say just can't transmit into their brain, because it's full to the brim with their own thoughts, in their own world.
Nevermind, that's ok, I said to myself.
Dealing with people that didn't give a damn about what I say was still tolerable. So it was an one-way conversation, it seems only THEIR thoughts mattered, it's like the biggest problem of the century, that it deserves full attention.
THEN comes a point.
Where they go, "Good thing you're here. I might as well just use you and stab your back a little, or alot, until I get what I want".
I knew then, that I was being there for all the wrong reasons.
Yet, still I stayed. I forgave but it wasn't easy to forget, though I've tried.
It's already so wrong to use and manipulate people. Even a little kid would know that!
But to have someone use you, and one day, have them CONDEMNING you out of no where, of how bad of a friend you are, how you were not there at one particular time, how you have troubled her, etc, is truly a shame. An insult.
An insult NOT to me.
But an insult to themselves.
At first I couldn't understand, because honestly to God, I gave my friends my all. I'd even give my life if I had to.
I guess I am wrong, because I DID expected something out of friendship.
I expected atleast some gratitude.
I expected atleast some respect.
I expected atleast some understanding.
But here I am.
TOTALLY SPEECHLESS.
Considering how vocal of a person I am, I finally have nothing to say.

Only now I manage to gather how I felt and find words to describe the ache and confusion in my heart.
Dissapointment was what I felt the most, given that a little understanding seems too much to ask.
Who would've know being nice to people was so hard? I never did imagined.
All my life, I have always tried my best to be there for the people I care about. For the people that needed my help. I'd be more than happy and willing to.
Atleast I could make life better for someone.
As a human being. As a Christian. As a daughter. As a friend. Simply as a girl with a place in this world. I know I have an obligation to take on. I have virtues and I had values to live my life by.
Life isn't all about me.
That's the reason why I have never turn my back on anyone. Not even the ones that others would neglect.
Maybe too, because I believe in Karma.
Nevertheless, I'll still be that same person, take things in my own hands, no matter how bad and hurtful it might be.
For the blame that has been bombarded on me now, out of all porportion.
I've came to infer the difference between a friend and FIEND.
I know for one, that God will be the judge for the course of my actions as well as the actions of others.