Deep is deep. Stupid is stupid. Ok, nights!
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Of course not! Hi old frienda, Claisavard. How be you doing? Me? Honestly? Not great at all. Not great, full stop.
I hate him. Who we talking 'bout 'ere? That gay boy. Who else, -shrugs-! So mad. Frikkin mad. Ok besides the part where he got mad and such and well, I managed to piss the
world's... Screw that...the most bitchiest person ever met. Oh sure!!! Talk about incentives. Don't you EVEN go there sonny boy. We have yet to cover standard procedures and HOW DARE YOU. You know how to do drinks. Don't you go smacking around saying milk mark out so much like eff please. This is THE company. We'll talk once you know how to give non-shitty drinks. LOL. I'm sucha two-faced person. I always keep that simple poker face. When you start yabbling about some archenemy of yours, I had to smile and laugh. Poker faced. Laugh and bitch about ze archenemy and then talk to your archenemy and start bitchin'. Lemme say it straight.
I don't trust people. I don't trust anyone. Hella, I don't trust myself because I'm such a traitor. Yes. Anti-humanity, you've always been talking to her. She's so easy to get along, push around but oh, you don't know half if it! I am so evil. So evil. I always pull some strings, make myself look adorable. Yes. Sad to say, I have personality disorder. I'm so twisted inside, I find pleasure in all ya'll bitchin's. It's just one way of survivin'.
You know the feeling when you like someone, then you give all you have to hate him/her? Yeah, poker faced. I hate hate hate you. I hate you because I find myself attracted to you and it's a serious distraction from my target: life. I don't need flowers by the side or advertisements telling me to stop and smell the roses! Then you came again and I had to stop there and enjoy my life a while. It's like a never-ending journey. I don't need a reason to be angry with anyone but myself. You know you're not supposed to like the fella but somehow, one way or 'nother, he reappears and everything goes into shambles. You wanna just smack the fella and tell him "Yo'll punk! I'm trying to live here an' move'on! Why you no move on?" Then, you realise. It's just another illusion. Then you'll know that it's never been them but just you wishin' so hard for them to appear. They appeared, you chase 'em away, then they appear again but this time, it's just a shadow. It's how it is. Just different faces each different phase of life.
I want so badly to tell ya to fuck off but then, it's like I'd be telling ME to fuck off. That ain't no fair! Utterly unfair. Disappointed with life.
Shoulda just made it easier. Wasn't it much easier if we liked a guy and we threw them a cootie and tell them you like them and happily ever after?