Forgive Me If I Don’t Want To Be Nice
Forgive me if I’d rather be misunderstood, or complex, or even a little enigmatic. Because everyone has an unpleasant side, and at least I’d know who stuck around after seeing mine.
Forgive me if I’d rather be misunderstood, or complex, or even a little enigmatic. Because everyone has an unpleasant side, and at least I’d know who stuck around after seeing mine.
The first thing people ask you when you introduce yourself is, “Were you born in April?”
Some days, I will miss you. And some days, I will hate you. But most days, I will fool myself into believing that hating you means I’ve made progress.
Because I write when I feel lost; before I’ve figured myself out, before I’ve learned my lesson. I write while still putting the pieces together and a piece, the wrong one, can inspire a plethora of worded emotions to follow.
We, emotional and selfish beings, tend to become real cry-babies when we’re hurt. Someone betrays us, and suddenly the entire world is supposed to be on our side
The difference between your best guy friend and all other guys is that your best friend isn’t worth the trouble dressing up and looking pretty for. Because he’s already seen you bare-faced one too many times.
You think you want Honesty. Because He’s shady and you’ve heard enough of His selfish fiction.