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    Hate
    Wednesday, May 19, 2010, 6:59 PM
    Perfect isn't a good enough word to describe me.

    I have this bad habit of leading people off. It happens often times and happens naturally. I don’t really like it that way. Sometimes I play it cool, impress to progress, but it’s me who ends up being left alone. “Be yourself” that’s what everyone says, but I don’t even like my personality. I am told sometimes that I’m boring to talk to, I’m too quiet, I need to open up more. That’s just naturally me. People say that friends are the ones that likes you for who you are, but I don’t know. I choose my friends wisely according to my parents, but what if the one I choose doesn’t like me for who I am? Don’t you get this feeling that you want to be friends with a certain someone because in your eyes they’re interesting? I get that a lot. I just don’t know, life confuses me in general.

    When I actually read this entire blog again, it looks as if I’m this loner having a very hard time making friends. That’s just plain sad.

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    Sometimes, I understand people talk behind my back, but the thing is, I’m real - and that’s something they lack of. You think I’m a loser because of what I say but I’m just being true in every way. I say what I want to say, and I mean what I say. No one said you had to love me or like me in anyway.

    On a different note, you need to shut the fuck up, and get over yourself. You’re no higher than anyone else, regardless how you look at yourself. Stupid bitch. I fucking hate you. There’s nothing wrong with me but you seem to have too many problems to count. So shut your damn mouth and leave me alone.

    I think I’m going to add a bitch section to this blog because she seriously hates me.

    Don't judge the words I am saying, judge the reason why they are being said.