why?

because deep down in your heart (or maybe it's not even that deep down), you think you're perfect. you think you're the best at everything. and your mind has this screwed up way of making you believe that you are the best.

what you fail to realise is that all of us have our own flaws.

all of us aren't perfect.

all of us don't think we are.

but the problem lies in the fact that you think you are.

usually i wouldn't care if this happens. because it's happened to me way too many times before for me to even give a fuck about the situation. but the only fucking reason why i'm even giving a damn about it, is cause i really do care for you. though iunno how long this care will actually last. i somewhat feel for you. because i've been there, and done that. and speaking from experience, i know that all your lies will get you nowhere except to a point where you'll have nobody trusting you anymore. not even your friends, not even me, and yes, not even him, no. for fuck's sake, he doesn't even know the real you. even i had the courage to admit the truth to him. but you? you're just living in self-denial.

you think that everything is fine and dandy.

but here's the part that confuses me.

you claim you have a fucked up life.

well fuck you, bitch.

you're not even close to knowing how it's like being in a fucked up hard life.

iunno if you're saying all this, or acting this way, because you're jealous, because you just really don't like me, or because you're just fucking bored of your "fucked-up" life. but what i know is that it's making you lose yourself.

jealousy gets you nowhere.

i'll be writing in my journal now.

i need to actually write your name to make me feel better.

bye.