I’m so glad everyone understands me so well, or cares to even try, I love it, honestly, I do. I’m just not talking anymore. Seems to me like that would be just great. I’m never telling anyone why I’m mad or why I get pissed off ever again. I’m keeping everything inside and none of you get to know anything anymore. Trust does not exist. Then you wonder, honestly. The minute you tell someone something it gets around to everyone you know before you even get a chance to tell your side of the story. I fucking love it. And I just fucking love how every time I’m mad about something people automatically think I’m crazy and should be shot for even being mad about anything in the first place. I’m really a firm believer in getting what you give out, and from what I fucking give out I should have everything, but life just doesn’t work like that does it? No, the more you give the more you get shit on.
Contrary to popular belief, I am not a bad person, even though you all try so fucking hard to get me to believe I am. Why am I always the bad person? What about you? You say so much shit all the time that I could run and tell everyone about, but yanno I don’t, cause that’s fucking stupid but as soon as I say one god damn thing I am the worst person in the whole world cause no on would have ever said anything like that ever. What the fuck even matters to us anymore? You ever hear the saying “Quality is better than quantity†well it’s fucking true, think the hell about it for five fucking seconds. Open up your damn eyes people. See what the hell is right in front of your face and what couldn’t be further away. Embrace what the hell you have, the good fucking things you have, the good people you have in your life and fucking get rid of the garbage. Look the hell around. Think about it. If you had to choose tomorrow all the people you’d want to spend the rest of your life with, who would they be? Who couldn’t you live without, under any stretch of the imagination? Who is expendable? If you had to choose between the good and the garbage, what would you pick? And would you even know the difference?
First off, seeing all that red I'm assuming that's about me.
Second of all, you should know the answer to that question so I refuse to answer it for the 30 billionth time.
Lastly, just because you don't need th e"trash" friends to survive doesn't mean you don't like them. It's not my fault you can't stand them and I put up with the same exact thing, you know that.
You can be mad, just make it worth.
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