"Abandon hope all ye who enter here."

It's not a secret if you tell people about it.
And when those people are screwed over because of your secret, that's when you need to learn to shut the fuck up. Keep your secret, or don't have any at all.
Whoever said sharing is caring is a bum ass retard.


One more thing, when you tell someone about it, get ready to hear it again from someone else, unintentionally or not. Shit happens, that's just how it goes around here. Sadly.

I'm sick of it, really. Nowdays I think about what I want to say before I say it. And since I've never done that before, it's not exactly working as efficiently as I want it to be. SADLY.


It's stupid, that's what it is. Where's the fun in talking when you're all guarded and worried? I don't want to have to repeatedly look both ways before crossing an empty street.

I don't remember being scared of honesty before I came here.
And with all this secrecy you can still call yourself friends?

Tchhhha.

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"If you like me, might as well tell me. I might like you back."
Wise words from one of my smart vain friends.
When they're right, it's extra irritating but you can't hate them for it.

And to you, that wasn't too hard was it? Talking about it was almost fun, wasn't it?



I desperately need a random, decent conversation with a random, decent someone.
I'm desperate all the time lately. I don't know why.


Sleep now, class tomorrow. Kot. Haha.






ikan.

Current mood: bloated, not sexy

Listening to: Kill The Messenger