respect is a strange thing. hypocrisy never fails to be by its side though invisible at most times, but what is the fucking difference? even if its not, we pretend its not there anyway. hypocrisy as one can see, (or choose not to) is not a strange thing.
the awful truth hurts even the strongest of man, parading his muscles and packs and bitches and luxury cars. it hurts even the strongest of woman parading her defensiveness, words, magnanimous boobs/expensive push-up bra and a trap that never ever EVER shuts for its own good or for the sake of other's life.
yes you're scoring, you've got it all, the job the car the girls the one pack across your belly the facts you cant stop blabbering about. we get it, you're better, you win. can we get this race over with? cos we all know where we will end up anyway. are you trying to get there faster? by there i mean hell.
nothing is enough, there is always something to prove. you are worthy to look at, to talk to. worthy of a person's effort to do shitloads of things just for the sake of your royal ass. and for what? to feel the sense of belongingness? acceptance? by who?? who are these people you wanted to be accepted by? people you knew for 2 seconds from fucking facebook?
i have 2 questions for you to ponder everytime you feel the need to up your status in the facebook non-existent hierarchy:
1) why do you give a shit?
2) what is the fucking difference?
please ask yourself these questions everytime you are about to embarass yourself. thank you.
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