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Friday, April 30, 2010

I HAD ENOUGH.

promises, promises, promises. we ask people to keep our secrets safe with them.
then, when we need to know about secrets being kept from us, we beg people to tell us the truth.

PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE. the truth can be fugly.
the truth can be painful too. so why do you want to hear fugly things that can actually kill you inside?

im tired of all these nonsense. if i had to work this hard to keep this ship called friendship afloat,
then why would i want to tire myself out?

why can't everything be as simple as MI is? i miss that place... as in the people there are so so SO much easier to get along with and trust. they wouldn't even dare backstab.

i miss my friends. those who i knew could keep a DAMN SECRET. and i could TRUST WITH MY LIFE.

-xoxo

♥xoxo, jo baby(:
@ 4/30/2010 06:13:00 PM