8.10.2008

People disgust me. People absolutely disgust me. A myraid of lies and a web of complications is all this is. You hurt them, they hurt someone else, they'll hurt you? Doesn't it all sound so familiar? To think, I thought you were different.

You seemed like it, but I guess you'll make a great actor. You lie enough.

I'm trying my hardest not to say anything, do anything, act any differently, cause anything, and keep out of the way for the most part. Really, I'm only doing that as a promise and a favor to someone. If I had my way ... Oh, if I had my way. You don't even know.

It is not helping that all of this was brought to my attention after a weekend full of nothing particularly good, graet, or even considerably nice, except that someone amazing wrote me a poem. Other then that, my weekend has been absolutely uneventful and unfufilled, thus a bad mood is inevitable, and you just got to be the cherry on top of that, didn't you? You had to ignore what was right in front of you, and go with something completley opposite of what you want, need, crave. You had to go for something easier. Yeah, that's mature, really. Way to be a total tool bag about it. I love liars. If you think this is about you, or you think you know who this is about, then trust me, you're so very wrong.

Don't ask. I won't tell.

Sickening.

sunshine.