Tuesday, 21 September 2010

ass holes

I still wonder why my cousin doesn't want to talk to me. I can't come up with one reason actually. Or maybe I can, but then again she stoped talking to me before that. So no, I have no idea. And no one else seems to know a shit eighter, or are telling me "I don't want to a part in it".

So I guess I have to live with the fact that people are ass holes, because the fact that you can't even talk to your own best friends or your blood related, to me, makes you an ass hole. And I'm sorry for being harsh, but the thing is. I rather live in a harsh world than in a world full of lies.

And I guess you could say I'm an ass too, but at least I'm not pretending to be someting else. I'm that honest ass that wouldn't lie to you to make you feel better, I'm the kind that would tell you the truth and tell you to suck it up but have you cry on my shoulder for as long as you needed to.

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