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Is it me?
I feel as though, perhaps I've been caught between my own lies, and the lies I've been told. I feel as though I never get the benefit of doubt, and I'm always eyeballed with such neglect and ignorance.
I really messed up, and I feel... while there's so much I could be doing to save myself, I'm not going to waste the effort. Or use the effort; who's to say it would be wasted.
You know, the cliche "Nice guys finish last" can echo throughout my head several hundred times a day, and I can believe it. But then again, how can I discriminate between nice, and... whatever it is that would defy "nice". I wanna fast-forward through this part in my life.
The problem is... I'm not sure if I'd let it stop...
I feel as though, perhaps I've been caught between my own lies, and the lies I've been told. I feel as though I never get the benefit of doubt, and I'm always eyeballed with such neglect and ignorance.
I really messed up, and I feel... while there's so much I could be doing to save myself, I'm not going to waste the effort. Or use the effort; who's to say it would be wasted.
You know, the cliche "Nice guys finish last" can echo throughout my head several hundred times a day, and I can believe it. But then again, how can I discriminate between nice, and... whatever it is that would defy "nice". I wanna fast-forward through this part in my life.
The problem is... I'm not sure if I'd let it stop...