Some Choice Words
Everything dies one day and goes away, nothing is continuous, that is why "love" is nothing but a gigantic build-up to an even greater let down. Love is like a bad present, you are so happy to see it and to ponder what is inside until it is finally revealed. Now you may be thinking, "no way man! Love is so worth it and I can't wait until tonight when I bang my supermodel girlfriend!" Well guess what, that supermodel girlfriend is a bitch in disguise and so is everybody around you. Me, you, your closest friends and family, all fucking bitches. We can't help it, it's natural for fallouts like these to occur, nobody can ever be fully trusted in this world and I have come to understand this. The only person you can truly trust is yourself, no matter how much someone stands by your side there will always be a time where they will stab you right in the back. It may not be today, it may not be tomorrow, but it'll happen and if it doesn't happen it was meant to happen. Now I know in a while I will read this and have no idea what I was thinking, but right now neutral-minded Ben knows how he feels and he isn't happy or sad, just let down by the world as a whole, but that won't get to me, not at this moment atleast.