People don't understand me and I don't care if they don't. No one understood A. C. Swinburne but he's a bloody genius; and pretty melodramatic too. I try not to take things to heart, but when I do, it gets to me.
I have calm days, and I have crazy days. My emotions are just that. Mine. I don't expect other people to understand them.
My friend has been messed around by her boyfriend badly. She's still in love with him and wants to get back with him. I don't think she should and I often think she's being over-dramatic about their relationship. But then I'm not in their relationship and I can't see things from her perspective. Similarly, she can't see things from mine. He messes her about, I can see its bad, but a lot of the time it doesn't seem as bad as she makes it out to be. But she's the one who has to deal with it, and so its only her emotions and feelings about it that count. Whatever I think doesn't matter because I don't feel it first hand. Now I realise this, I know to step back and not judge. Truth and perspective are what make up reality. And therefore reality is dependent.
I'm pleased to say that she's definitely finding refuge in someone I look up to as a big brother - the one who taught me the sly nature of a lot of men - and I know he'll treat her right. I might be slightly jealous, but its cute.
Because I love Whitney Houston. And this song is relevant