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People are the essence that helps define our very identity, and yet I still dont understand why? What makes me concieve the thought of people determining the way my day turns out. People lie, they cheat, and steal just to help themselves. I dont understnad it, why I put so much trust in to something so vunerable. "Have I lost myself", I ask this question everyday just to get a mind full of troubles and no awnsers. This enviorment called home is nothing more than another shitty dream, a dream in which I will never wake from. This is a life that I have not chosen to live, there are no characters in this world who show warmth or a type of me belonging here, and yet I live not for their prospere but for my own...I guess what this is about is, im just tired of saying im happy when im not...This certifies my neglect of never cracking a smile that was actually true, either artifical or superficial. Just keep your smiles on, I would rather be wearing nothing at all except for my smile then wearing top of the line and wearing a frown....