What can I say

[shandroid]

I hate fucking ambiguity, but I can't seem to get away from it all. Always veering towards something you think you could understand. It leaves you assuming, guessing, pondering what the fuck these feelings are doing displayed in a font with not nearly enough justice to emphasize the importance of an emotion towards a particular person because of a certain incident that happened at an almost irrelevant moment but strikes the heart and betrays the trust that you know is no longer apparent and is being forced in remembrance of better times and stronger bonds which hold no truth today where the lies and deceit fester and eat away at the last bit of hope one grasps to in a vain attempt to keep alive a feeling worn thin from hardships and long overdue to be stamped out of existence by the cold realization of the inevitable where people come and go and friendships die as abruptly as they began.
I'm not a good person until everyone is pleased; I'm not beautiful until every guy wants to fuck me. I am not innocent until no one knows me.