sometimes what I thought of others to be like
might be a reflection of my jealousy for them?
do I genuinely
wish for me to be the same
or just purely disgusted at their character?
is it then
weird to think that
being nice to someone who is neither nice
is a oblivious thing to do?
or is it
just me thinking the bad in people
and doing what haters do, to hate?
too many a times,
shouldn't I just keep things to myself,
and not let my thoughts run wild?
but this isn't me.
reading deeper is innate thing,
it is hazardous but unknowingly done.
maybe they weren't flaws,
maybe in life its just about compatibility.
do not whine
and do not say you don't judge
nor brag
I am so done with this shitty place
pouring all of me
into this deepest abyss of
materialism and comparison.
***
recapping:
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
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i used to think naively about friends.
i used to daydream the pact friends made.
i used to think that nothing will change and nobody go.
pathetic thinking, isnt it?
to think that people never changes,
to think that people will treat you the same way,
to think that people stay in touch (or made that effort to),
to think that people values you,
to think that people are always nice,
to think that people are true.
then you begin to see the other side.
both of others, and yourself.
does it matter to be always likeable?
does it matter to be always hated?
then again, what does it matter?
there will be that handful of friends that will stand by you.
there will be that handful of friends who share weals and woes.
there will be that handful of friends.
so what if it is only five? or four? or even that only one?
they are, and they exist.
you know those are the only ones who doesnt quit.
doesnt quit on you.
thats,
i used to daydream the pact friends made.
i used to think that nothing will change and nobody go.
pathetic thinking, isnt it?
to think that people never changes,
to think that people will treat you the same way,
to think that people stay in touch (or made that effort to),
to think that people values you,
to think that people are always nice,
to think that people are true.
then you begin to see the other side.
both of others, and yourself.
does it matter to be always likeable?
does it matter to be always hated?
then again, what does it matter?
there will be that handful of friends that will stand by you.
there will be that handful of friends who share weals and woes.
there will be that handful of friends.
so what if it is only five? or four? or even that only one?
they are, and they exist.
you know those are the only ones who doesnt quit.
doesnt quit on you.
thats,
A friend.
