Walk a mile in my shoes…
My life seems great. It is, except that I really do have many things as well to worry about. I need to make many decisions, weigh their risks and decide for myself exactly what is in hold for me next. Contrary to popular belief, I’m actually receptive to forging new friendships. But if my “friends” are gonna be backstabbing, hypocritical and spiteful bitches, might as well have none. My tally of friends is shocking but at least the few of them are all great people; people I know will help me next time if something horrific unbeknownst to me occurs. Since probably no one still reads this, I’ll leave this as it is.
P.S To my creator, fuck you, and you’re gonna be very sorry indeed. I promise, in about a few months or so. 
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