There Was This One Time When Someone Did Listen To Me

Remember when it was cool to be emo? Me either. But I never said that I was cool, or that livejournal is cool, or was, but I will admit that I was obsessed with it for a couple years because it felt like the only way people would listen to me sometimes. Of course, no one ever does listen to me, or at least that's the running joke in my family ("It's funny because it's true!") and look at me now!... Still pathetic and writing to cyberspace.

And still no one is listening to me. I've come a long way, baby.

This brings me to the point of this post (i swear i always have one even if i can't exactly pinpoint it) which is that There Was This One Time When Someone Did Listen To Me. And it was the best. Which is problematic for several reasons, the least of which is that fact that it was only one person, and that this person posted a comment as anonymous with the title of the comment as "I know you." Cuz that's not creepy. as. fuck. Whatever, I liked it a little. Because it seems pretty genuine.

Anyway, this is what the comment said.

"i've written some of those same words in secret journals. i feel your pain and apathy, and i only feel empathetic because i feel you are like me, or even a part of me from very far away. i pretend to care about all the pain and success of my "friends" at school, and yet i can never hear enough from my boyfriend, who somehow does not find me repulsive.
i can't help but think, hope even, that there is something more or better than being human.
and yet my ridiculous emotions often control me.
i wouldn't post as anonymous, but i don't have an account.
somehow though, i see in you a kindred spirit, should there be such a thing.
you're feelings and thoughts aren't stupid.
they are yours (and mine) and they are valid in every way."


I mean.... validation! Not at it's finest (or most grammatically correct), I'll admit.
But sometimes, I guess, it's nice to know that one (anonymous) person doesn't think your hatred of being human is stupid.