October 12, 2006

• I wonder how many people I know are actually worth knowing.

  I wonder how many people I know would lie to my face. How many read this and would admit it. How many stumbled across this page or were told about it or {{{For god’s sake, someone I told the site about}}}.

  That’s the sad, sad thing about this site. I forget my inhibitions and write the first things that pop into my head. Faceless, maskless, just blood and sinew.

  Some people I know, I wish I didn’t know them. For all their affectations and superior intellect, for all their striving to be successful or Good, everything they do seems to be an attempt to escape what they really are which is, ultimately, a black hole, sucking everything in with a selfishness that only black holes know.

  God I hate liars.

  If you’re going to betray me, at least do it to my face.

  That way I can stop defending you to everyone else, stop believing that you are good at heart, stop expecting what comes from high expectations.

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  The meds kill Sarah. Or at least put her to sleep for the day.

  I am who I always will be; your friend, your cheerleader, the one who loves you and trusts you with the wholeheartedness of a child.

  
  

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