I still can't really understand why fake people are liked by everyone. What is it in them that's not in the others...the other real people. People with work. Real work to do...I guess everyone has something to achieve in their life. But what about the plastic people? The fake persons, with a plastic smile, a plastic mind, which in no way works properly. They're there just to live for themselves. No heart. Things could've been better with them not interfering with others' lives.
I know you have no idea what I'm talking about. And even if you do, you don't know exactly WHO am i talking about...and you better not.
Shit happens, everytime. There is no need to be jealous of anyone just 'coz they're better. Better, in others' eyes...the emotionally blind people. The ones who just see the cover of the book and they simply have no intention to read the book. Pretty huh? Go, get a life!
Things have never been so bad. Never. Never have I really thought about this. Now that I have, I have it typed down right here... and it ain't going anywhere now.
