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Dear Diary
Dear Diary
Dear Diary, I woke up today feeling apathetic. I woke up feeling like I was a shell of my old self. I woke up questioning if I should ever let myself love again. I ask myself what's the point of love? I always am played with like a toy or lied to by the ones I choose to love. I woke up wondering what my purpose is. What am I supposed to do with my life? Should I aim to please others more than my own self? Or should I please myself while not giving a damn what pleases others? Should I be fake to those to those are fake to me? Or should I kill them with kindness? It's the same shit but a different day, that's my motto. I feel like I'm hated by many but loved by few. They tell me keep your friends close but your enemies closer. Tell me how do I keep my enemies close while fighting the urge to stab their eyes out? I've been on this earth for nearly the quarter of a century but I'm starting to realize I recognize fake but barely recognize real. They tell me real recognize real does that make me fake? I tried my best to fill my heart with nothing but sincerity and compassion. But all that sincerity and compassion has been emptied out from my heart. Hostility and bitterness have taken its place. But I have my kindness and caring demeanor on the surface. Strangers can't see the true contents of my heart. I've always been the one trying to commit myself to those who would never dare commit themselves to me. It's like I fell into their traps like that mouse running into the mouse trap full of cheese. I've constantly given my heart and soul to those who are least deserving of it. I'm down for those who were never down for me. They smile in my face while they talk so much bullshit behind my back. I'd rather you be loyal behind my back then blind my eyes with your fake loyalty. Drake said it best: I got fake people showing fake love to me. So much fake love to the point that I doubt real love truly exists. No one wants to hear me complain and no one cares if I want to vent. So I turned to you diary, even though I know you'll never give me an answer to my questions you always listen. I'm giving my trust to an inanimate object because all these animate objects that we call human beings enter my life throwing me nothing but drama. I never asked for drama and I never needed it. ...
Dear Diary, I woke up today feeling apathetic. I woke up feeling like I was a shell of my old self. I woke up questioning if I should ever let myself love again. I ask myself what's the point of love? I always am played with like a toy or lied to by the ones I choose to love. I woke up wondering what my purpose is. What am I supposed to do with my life? Should I aim to please others more than my own self? Or should I please myself while not giving a damn what pleases others? Should I be fake to those to those are fake to me? Or should I kill them with kindness? It's the same shit but a different day, that's my motto. I feel like I'm hated by many but loved by few. They tell me keep your friends close but your enemies closer. Tell me how do I keep my enemies close while fighting the urge to stab their eyes out? I've been on this earth for nearly the quarter of a century but I'm starting to realize I recognize fake but barely recognize real. They tell me real recognize real does that make me fake? I tried my best to fill my heart with nothing but sincerity and compassion. But all that sincerity and compassion has been emptied out from my heart. Hostility and bitterness have taken its place. But I have my kindness and caring demeanor on the surface. Strangers can't see the true contents of my heart. I've always been the one trying to commit myself to those who would never dare commit themselves to me. It's like I fell into their traps like that mouse running into the mouse trap full of cheese. I've constantly given my heart and soul to those who are least deserving of it. I'm down for those who were never down for me. They smile in my face while they talk so much bullshit behind my back. I'd rather you be loyal behind my back then blind my eyes with your fake loyalty. Drake said it best: I got fake people showing fake love to me. So much fake love to the point that I doubt real love truly exists. No one wants to hear me complain and no one cares if I want to vent. So I turned to you diary, even though I know you'll never give me an answer to my questions you always listen. I'm giving my trust to an inanimate object because all these animate objects that we call human beings enter my life throwing me nothing but drama. I never asked for drama and I never needed it. ...
