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I can feel the pessimism seeping into my veins. It's decietful like the sun today. Looking warm and pretty but feeling cold and harsh. There are people that I dislike that I have yet to weed out of my life. They are to my life what it is after fast-food is eaten. Greasy and unpleasant. Like leeches they cling but I don't know why. I don't like them. They don't like me. Can I just pick you off because you won't give a shit -- you're not worth my time so stop acting like you fucking care, like you're upset that we've lost touch -- and at the least, I'll sleep easier. And yet, like that same leech you suck the life out of me, slowly and painfully with the little contact we have with eachother.
They are much too shallow so why won't they go away? Idon't attract these sort of people. So, if I am not cool enough for them then why do they still try to reconnect?
I'm much better than them in any and every way. I am not to modest to say so. Why do they talk meaningless shit? Why do they giggle when they should be respecting?
I understand that it's good to not always be serious, and solemn. But I also understand what it means to, for lack of a better term, be mature.
There's a hell of a lot more but not enough time to say it all.
I don't want sweet words. I just want the people I want to be there, to be there when they say they'll be. And the people I don't want to be there to just go away because I'm tired of their shit. Stop pussy-footing around it all and grow a pair just leave me the fuck alone.
They are much too shallow so why won't they go away? Idon't attract these sort of people. So, if I am not cool enough for them then why do they still try to reconnect?
I'm much better than them in any and every way. I am not to modest to say so. Why do they talk meaningless shit? Why do they giggle when they should be respecting?
I understand that it's good to not always be serious, and solemn. But I also understand what it means to, for lack of a better term, be mature.
There's a hell of a lot more but not enough time to say it all.
I don't want sweet words. I just want the people I want to be there, to be there when they say they'll be. And the people I don't want to be there to just go away because I'm tired of their shit. Stop pussy-footing around it all and grow a pair just leave me the fuck alone.