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I don't want your sympathy nor your pity. It disgusts me, but you know whats really pathetic. That I can't count on those people I call my best friends. I truthfully realized that 1OO% today. Times after times its been the same. They just make up the same excuse as it goes. In the end its still my life. Overall they just don't simply care if I sink or float. You know what, FUCK THAT. I can be selfish too. Why should I give a shit what happens to them? Why should I give a shit when they have problems and turn to me for help?
Even though I say that now, I know if they came to me right at this second. I'll plaster that fake smile on my face I so very often use and be there to comfort them. I guess in the end that's all I'm good for. They pick me up when I'm needed, yet they throw me aside until I'm needed again. Why is that..? For once I'd like someone to realize what I'm worth. Not just a tool to be used. So maybe In the end my parents are right. What can my friends bring me? It doesn't matter if I'd risk everything for them when In the end they'll never do the same for me. This is why I choose to run, because the facts are becoming clearer each day.
Btw, Happy 18th Birthday Erick. |
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Name: Tifae
Located: New York, United States
Nationality: Taiwanese
DOB: September 04th, 1993
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Love is never easy, we begin by loving the people we can. But it is not long before we find that what we love is other then ourselves, and that our love in no protection against being wounded. Do we then seek to dominate what we love, to make it bend to our will, to stop it from hurting us, even though to do so is to betray love?
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