Nothing More Than The Brutal Truth;

I find it absolutely hilarious you sit and live your life in a web of lies and act proud about it. It’s obvious to any person with brain that who you are, isn’t you, and what you want to be, will never happen. I mean, c’mon, if you’re going to lie, at least make it believable. Saying someone famous is your family member, when they’re clearly not, is stupid. Saying your name is a star’s name, is stupid. The obvious things that you put in your life to be lies doesn’t even need Holmes to figure it out. It’s even more funny because there are so many nincompoops that falls for your lies. They’ve been deceived by you, and they don’t even know it. Man, they needa read more Sherlock Holmes.  

I want a puppy! >.<

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That word, that thing, that feeling; it’s an ambiguous word with many definitions and meanings that are clear as dishwater. It’s a challenge to try to explain the meaning of it, it’s not easy like 1, 2, 3, nor is it manageable like the definitions of the word “love” in the dictionary. That big book of words might contain over 5 definitions, but I am sure that none of them would fit your description or meaning of love. With each individual on this earth, over 7 billion beings, there are over 7 billion definitions, maybe even more than the population of the human race.

For each person experience it in a different way, and each person feel differently when they’re in love.

Hmm, I’m realizing I wrote this because I was on facebook and I read so many statuses about girls “loving” someone only going out with that person for a few hours. I’m not anyone to judge, but really? Do you really “love” that person? Is it unconditional? Do you have what it takes to let your loved ones be truly happy no matter what choice you have to make? Heh, the mentality of teens nowadays.

Just when you thought everything’s peachy fine, you feel the world forgetting about you, so you dwell with that fact, and down, you go. 

So, you can’t keep your mouth shut when I’m not around, but when I am around, that thing is like it’s super glued. If you want to talk, you can, y’know, talk to me. Don’t spread shit about me to everyone, or start some dumb ass rumor that travels faster than CNN news. Reading the things you write, hearing the things you say, and reiterating it in my head just makes me mad. You are sooooooooo dumb, you don’t even think.

Why are people so dense?

People hear little of the stories of my life and experiences, they tell me, “I don’t think I’d be able to handle it like you can. You’re a strong person.” Heh, you can only go through so much that you start building up multiples of walls to protect yourself from anything like that to reoccur. 

hellaleah:

story of my life.

Yeah, why are people so stereotypical? 

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January 01, 2012

Starting the year with a genuine smile. :)