It is amazing. You can have a best friend for years, but suddenly endure a separation just for the sake of popularity. To some, that's all life is, one large popularity contest, based on fucks, friends, and fortune.
I never changed, it was you. I never cared about how many friends I had, what mattered is that those I chose to surround myself with had high levels of honesty, trust, forgiveness, and really cared about me in return. And that is still true to this day. I don't care where the clothes come from that hang behind their closet doors. As long as we shared the same interests nothing else really matters does it? Maybe someday you'll learn honey.
I've never cared about what you and your pack have thought about me, and I never will. So go ahead, tell people that I "turned into" something, when really, I just didn't let the rest of you get to me. And I can't wait until May 18th, when I will not be forced to see any of you ever, ever again.
As for different matters, I read parts of "The Spectator" by Joseph Addison, and I really enjoyed it. I think some of you should read it, it may do you some good.
Also, I've been in a fairly good mood lately, and it's so refreshing. I'm beginning to laugh at those of you who are being ignorant. Those of you who decide to run your mouths, and take advantage of my trust. Those of you who are just idiots.
That's all for now. Chinese tonight, mmm.
1 comment:
um i think you need to become a cool punk like sam burnett, then maybe you would have more friends. god take a shower more.
haha man people make me laugh due to their stupidity.
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