I've managed to become insanely unaware of who my true friends are. The quality over quantity factor is just not working for me... I want to know as many people in all walks of life as possible. I don't care if they're crack whores or Harvard Law students... (which sounds appealing) I just want to get their number. Maybe it's an addiction, or maybe I'm trying to frantically find that one person that I can call my soul mate. I've been finding the wrong people... they cannot fullfill any need I may have for a deep conversation. It seems as though I've had better luck in the past finding people who truly can fake they care... so I flock to those people, all eighty-nine emotions I experience at any particular second of the day becomes magnetized. The bad guys... the hardcore (if thats even the word) girls the ones that'll rip you off, tear you down, but if they like you they promise the world... and barely fall short of it. I love the jaded ones... I cannot stand the honest caring non-violent people I have to deal with on the day to day... Ignorance seems stamped on their foreheads. Their lack of understanding makes me want to cry... maybe I'm the jaded hardcore one and I've gone so far there's coming up. How do you regain innocence? I don't think you can.