its nine in the afternoon, your eyes are the size of the moon.
Yesterdays blog kind of went to shit.
You really can't trust anyone these days, even the ones you'd like to think you would take a bullet for.
Frankly life would be alot easier if I was that loner kid in the backrow nobody wants to be friends with.
I want to move so far away even I don't know who I am, fresh starts are the building blocks in the lego game of my life.
The amount of fresh starts i've attempted to make are nearing the hundred mark and suffice to say they haven't acheived much.
People don't understand that I know who their talking about when they write there words and speak there secretive sentences.
When did it become okay to lie your way into a friendship, who made up the rule that says "When it comes to my friends, it's dog eat dog."?
I wish I was brave enough to say it to your face, but it's alot easier to just sit back and become the unwanted pressence.
It doesn't kill me to see you go, as much as i'd like it too.
If only I had the ability to voice the feelings I have, you'd just laugh about it.
Hypocrisy is a fine artform, high up there with the works of backstabbing, cheaters, liars and fakes.
Once you've perfected it, you can sell it for millions of dollars and make a living from it.
I sigh at the thought of ever actually needing people like you in my life, you probably feel the same way.
I always wondered why you couldn't be honest with me, and now I know why.
I've got my apprentiship in being a hypocrite and graduated lying with honours.