October 2011
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I like people until I know them…
then again, you may think you know one of your closest friends until they stab you in the back with an axe numerous amounts of times, then throw your body in to an effing junk yard. BECAUSE THEY THINK THEY KNOW EVERYTHING, BUT REALLY THEY ARE JUST AN OBLIVIOUS MORON WHO HAS NEVER EXPERIENCED ANY TYPE OF RESPONSIBILITY AND PROBABLY NEVER WILL
I miss being a kid. When people were equal. When the world was a mystical place. When life appeared as a fairytale. When imagination was pure, and there was no judgement.
Now you see the drugs and the alcohol consuming minds in to believing the world is magical. People hurt others for their own well being. Greed and anger control the minds of others. No one knows what happiness is. Not even the...
ahhh, betrayal is in the air this morning.
I’m gonna have to go outside and grab the first guy I see to carve a freakin pumpkin with me
I WANT AN EFFING TACO OMG
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trust is no longer relevant to being a friend.
