Oh we could call each other some time. You high, I drunk. Talking of our fears and destructive natures. I'll make you pour your soul out and you'll feel all dirty afterwards.
...Until they find someone who actually listens when the speak. Talkers; you find them everywhere. Dime a fucking dozen. But Listeners? Oh God, no. Listening requires far too much thought, heart, attention, understanding and respect. Who the hell wants to surround themself with people like that? Being a good person is totally overrated. Give me self centered, selfish assholes anyday.
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Meow.
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I was sleeping, because all I do is sleep.
Oh, and work.
In between sleep and work, i'm usually with a group of people who could care less if I got hit by a fucking bus and bled to death at their feet.
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