“Listen Up.”

Everyone wants to be noticed, to be everyone’s number 1, including me.

It’s interesting because there is only a handful of people I would go as far to call a friend, and maybe half of those I would say I matter most to. But it’s really funny how I want not just all of my friends but everyone to pay attention to me, I want all of them to give me their undivided and unequivocal attention.

But everyone wants that, be it just another person who you think would make you feel alive if they just smiled at you, or your parents who you wish would actually go as far as to say hello. Today, in this post, I would like to express why I think I lust for attention.

I think the reason I want more attention, than that of the most beautiful person ever fathomable, than that of a few caring friends who I would believe reciprocate the same about of care I have for them, than that of myself; is the fact that I am an attention whore.

I mean who wouldn’t like an appreciation text now and then, you know they say the best people hide their good deeds and don’t need to be noticed, but to paraphrase Daymond Johnson “Only those that see you making a good impact will ever implement the same ethic.” So FUCK YEAH, I’d like to be noticed.

I digress, being number one is what this is about; not just being noticed. I know for a fact that there is only one person on the face of this planet, that I know thinks me to be her number one. At most times that’s enough for me, but sometimes when she’s not free it isn’t. Cause making conversation with someone who’s important to you but knowing how important you are to them, is fucking #annoying.