when the smoke clears....

why am I not surprised?! Actually I am. I expected more than that from people. It never ceases to astound me how full of schit some people can be. But I didn’t expect it from someone who calls themself my friend…I guess you never do. All their f*cking insecurities play up and come forth...don’t hang your schit on me. The things people say and do just to big note themselves. The very many masks they wear. They try to hide it at the start but eventually it shows and there before you, the ugliness of their soul presents itself; in all its festering bullschit. A murky cesspool. Still waters run deep. Nothing is ever what it seems to be. So what is real? Not much… and I’ll tell you that for nothing. why do people have to lie to make themselves look better than others? Can’t you just go on your own merit? Do I make you feel like you gotta be better than me? Life doesn’t have to be so competitive. It’s the individual who make it out to be. A self enforced attitude. On the other side of the fence are the people who buy in to all that bullschit. The people who thrive on what is spun. I see nothing wrong in having an open bitch session but so as long as its based on real facts. It really gets me how some people can tell you a bare faced lie while you’re looking at them in the eyes. I grow tired of this childish satire and mindless games. I try so hard to steer clear of this infinite loop but it always seems to find a way to rear its ugly head in my midst. I can’t be fudged trying to change the world or its inhabitants… I’ve learnt to just remove myself from situations and people cause at the end of the day, anybody like that isn’t really worth any kind of effort or grief.