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8.8.09
Sometimes there's no one left to tell you the truth
I get the picture wrong a thousand times a day.
People never change.
And I'm stupid enough to forgive a person a thousand times too.
Feigned interest and care are my least favourite pretend acts.
Even worse than pretend love.
I'm running out of faith in particular people.
And I really don't want things to be that way.
But so many small negative events in my life destroy hope.
Yet even now after typing this..
I already want to forgive.
Because holding a grudge is such a burden and I think they are pointless anyway.
I get hurt so much because of this.
Because I go running toward the fire instead of away from it.
I really wish that people could be nice.
Not the kind of nice that makes everything boring
But the kind of nice that makes living bearable.
And I'm stupid enough to forgive a person a thousand times too.
Feigned interest and care are my least favourite pretend acts.
Even worse than pretend love.
I'm running out of faith in particular people.
And I really don't want things to be that way.
But so many small negative events in my life destroy hope.
Yet even now after typing this..
I already want to forgive.
Because holding a grudge is such a burden and I think they are pointless anyway.
I get hurt so much because of this.
Because I go running toward the fire instead of away from it.
I really wish that people could be nice.
Not the kind of nice that makes everything boring
But the kind of nice that makes living bearable.
A switch to optimism is much more difficult.
I continue to believe that love does exist.
Not in the happily-ever-after Disney form.
But it's there nonetheless.
A kind of magic presented only to the most fortunate of humankind.
Chemical or otherwise.
I have a bad habit of mistaking people for friends
And forgetting who the real ones are.
The ones who were always there.
The ones who are always right.
And lastly...
The ones I remember and can never forget.
I continue to believe that love does exist.
Not in the happily-ever-after Disney form.
But it's there nonetheless.
A kind of magic presented only to the most fortunate of humankind.
Chemical or otherwise.
I have a bad habit of mistaking people for friends
And forgetting who the real ones are.
The ones who were always there.
The ones who are always right.
And lastly...
The ones I remember and can never forget.
I just wish that I could learn from my mistakes
More than anything in the world.
More than anything in the world.
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