I don't know what's wrong with me seriously. Why is it that people keep telling me my techniques are wrong. Honestly speaking, I don't find myself scary. I'm just being true and genuine and friendly. Is that being too scary to others? Maybe it does. Or maybe because people are too afraid of the cruel harsh reality of the world that when a nice person comes up to them, they naturally find that they are fake too. Truth?
I just want to have a pool of friends, whom I can really count on irregardless of whatever happens in this world. I want to have this group of people whom I can truly call as friends. But apparently they don't exist anymore. Every one has their own lives to lead. Who cares about you when you are in trouble. They just want to save their own ass.
What happened to "old time sake?". Old friends don't even exist. They only think and care about the current and the present. The past is nothing but a memory. So the past can all rot at the back of their memory.
Fuck this shit. Maybe I should be nasty and cruel to all the other souls out there in this world. Then maybe they will blog about me and call me shit. But who gives a fuck anymore.
Period.
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