Seriously. Epic drama where the tired ones are the supporting characters, good Samaritan suffers while the swindler is having the time of his/her life, rain pelting down ONLY when I’m outdoors, what’s not to hate?
I understand that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but honestly saying, I’ve seen more attractive lavatories.
Sometimes it’s the X-factor that you look out for, but it’s the only thing you never see.
It’s sad to know that sometimes innocence is just another way of saying ignorance; in the same way that sometimes personality is just another way of saying belief.
I’m feeling more and more lifeless by the day. I just hope that it stops being metaphorical and starts getting literal. Right about now would be nice.
Adieu to y’all.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
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