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Thursday, June 16, 2011

For Friends.

It is so surreal how friends are being tossed around casually like dinner plates being passed along from one guest to another. Some thing doesn't fit right. Actually nothing is right about any of this. Its utter madness. Humans can not be treated like this, especially friends. They aren't our slaves. We use them and rely on them till one day we reach a point where we think we do not need them anymore. Hence we discard them.

It wasn't meant to be this way.I have seen many people make the same mistakes over and over again and i have seen how they have been shattered at the end. Now I see you repeating those very mistakes but I am forced to stay quiet, to not object. If I object I side with them, if I don't then I wrong you.Apparently guilty feet have no rhythm.

bull shit.

The rain drops fall on the window pane making a dull hammering noise which fades away with each drop. The moon is bright and the air is moist. Some strange rap song is playing some where in the background.
 The night is otherwise silent.
I stare into space and ponder. It used to be so good, just perfect. Now it is me cribbing. The point is that you are such a bitch. Every passing day you come across as being more fake and shallow than before.