Trust isn't something you can negotiate. You either have it, or you never had it and once you lose it, the chances of getting it back are slim to none. I beginning to see that you never betray the trust of the people you irrevocably love. Yes, I have been a Judas of trust, just not to those who really make a difference.
I'm unforgivably human.
Unlike someone wise, I hate things. I hate emotions, my parents, carrots, ignorance, taxes and words. Most of all, I hate emotions. Not because I hate what they persuade people to do, no, I'm not that sentimental. Actually, I love watching people act on emotion like puppets on string, it's amusing. I just hate having them. They force me to write this moronic blog filled with absolutely nothing. I hate them because had I been fortunate enough to avoid them, my life would be absolute genius. Imagine, Reader, a life where you did everything because it makes sense! Brilliant.*Laughs* Is laughing while typing insane?
I'm afraid I'm being too honest right now, someone should save me from my head. S.0.S
My mother wrote a prayer for my sisters and I to recite before bed when I was a young child, it goes like this:
"Oh Allah, I pray tonight and ask of you to bring us light. To send the angels to see us through, and help us be good girls for you. Our life is yours, so help us be, your servants for eternity. Amen."
I'm not religious anymore, but reciting this in my head when I feel like it might explode calms me. It's eerie actually, and brings chills down my spine....Feels like home.
Oh Reader, what's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
I loathe Shakespeare.
My mother wrote a prayer for my sisters and I to recite before bed when I was a young child, it goes like this:
"Oh Allah, I pray tonight and ask of you to bring us light. To send the angels to see us through, and help us be good girls for you. Our life is yours, so help us be, your servants for eternity. Amen."
I'm not religious anymore, but reciting this in my head when I feel like it might explode calms me. It's eerie actually, and brings chills down my spine....Feels like home.
Oh Reader, what's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
I loathe Shakespeare.

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