You are surrounded by different people, everyday of your life. Some, that you know very well, and others that are strangers. But lately, it feels as though, even the ones you know well, are fake. They walk around with huge smiles slapped on to their faces, thinking they know you so well. When in reality, they know nothing about you. They think they can relate to you and your life, but they aren't even close. Even when they try and be "nice" to you, and say, " I know exactly how you feel ", all you want to do, is pull their hair, pierce your cat's nails into their skin, and tell them to bugger off. Because, the truth remains.. No one knows how YOU feel. And they will never, ever be able to.
It's come to a point, where now, you only associate with people who have known you for a long time, and who actually know the person you are, and have actually been by your side, through the toughest of times. Those are the ones, who actually have a soul. A real one. Those are the ones that don't walk around in huge crowds, with plastic grins, and painted souls.
Gosh. Why can't they just grow up, and face the fact, that reality is a lot harsher than they think it is. It's not all about boys, and girls, it's not all about "love" and all that they paint it to be. It's definitely not. And it's most definitely not about waiting for your Prince Charming to come on a white horse, in a big huge armour, to save you from the difficulties of your life. Gasp. Shocker, isn't it.
Sigh. It feels good to be mean.
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4 comments:
Because if those plastic people grew up, soul association wouldnt be as effective and meaningful. We owe it to their intertness for the amplified need to be real - or for being real.
If anything, i add to the meanness and say- BE whatever you are. Whther you're a two faced bimbo or an intelligent sod... we need a blended variety.
Who was the Anonymous person?
Hey man if you're gonna call me fake at least do it to my face...
anonymous?? it was rz.. me... rakashaka
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