What's Different About Her
There's this little bit in this person here, here this girl, the one's who's typing out all this crap. Okay, honestly, honestly she is NOT schizophrenic... she's finally learnt how to trust her instincts and at least accept herself for who she is. Okay, okay so once in a while she gets all those things like how on Saturday a friend told her,
constructively, 'You know, sometimes you can't be all that honest.'
Or, quite a long while ago, another person she loved so dearly told her before, 'You need to learn how to be less direct, less straight, less .... well, you need to twist and bend the corners slightly.'
Hey, hey, she's got those words written down in Chinese in my graduation booklet, signed, yours sincerely, yours eternally ... well well...
what's past is past.
So it took her quite a bit of learning to trust the person in her. Or to trust people, newer, actually, mostly older, friends, real real friends who could honestly accept the evil sharp-tongued person as who she really really is.
'I love you for the person that you are...'
You know she remembers
his favourite song,
Secret Garden, that line that was his favourite, that one line where Renee Zellweger says, '... I love him for the man he almost is.'
Surely, that's what it's all about. Nothing else matters?!
Right now, what really matters is herself, herself putting that little bit of faith in herself, trusting the world when for once, she's finally being told that she doesn't really need to pretend, or 'not be so honest' anymore. For every ten people on earth that hates her guts, there's got to be one person who loves her for having them.
And that one person is ever so worth being herself for.
