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Forever Childish

I know i make a lot of people angry…. God i know this just like i know the sun will rise tomorrow…..

most of the times it’s not intentional i swear, i just keep forgetting most people’s favorite pass time is to act and lie. I suppose that’s the same thing. After all aren’t actors professional liars get paid millions to live in the realities that us writers write.

However i digress, sort of. The reason being for this anger i suppose it’s my inability to play a long. Maybe everyone has the same ability as i do and i am not as special as i like to think i am, maybe everyone can see whats hidden behind each others eyes.

My problem however like most people I have in ability to buy into the mask they wear, I cant compliment your sweet words when your eyes are setting me on fire.

It annoys me, stop lying to yourself, stop being “polite” if thats’ what this is… Maybe it’s immature to not ignore the elephant in the room, but i’m claustrophobic and i want it to leave.

However i tend to be delusional at times, and the reason i persist on your honesty is my need of certainty. That what my instincts are telling me is the true.

So i suppose that’s what makes people angry, i cannot not call you out on your bullshit. Maybe i am a child for that. But the beautiful thing about children they are almost always honest.

We should be more like children….


The best way to get to know a person is not by what they say about themselves, but what they say about the world, people and everything else. So if you want to get to know me there is no better way than just simply reading my work. It's the window to my soul.

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