Just at this very moment, the clock ticks within seconds leaving behind the mistakes we made while the breeze blows off the prints we left against the sand yet some people are talking, we still can see people manipulating and most importantly, the air you breathe is fucking your mind. Now, allow me to enlighten you with a little updates that you most probably should give a shit.
One.
Some sluts admit as whom they truly are with their boobs hanging out of their tubes every single time a guy touches their ass, most skanks do not acknowledge who they have done and sometimes, can lie about who, when and how but the ones I hate most are the fresh legs opening to lead the man of their dreams into just so they could enjoy fame, fortune and a little bit of fun. I reckon most of them do not deserve wearing white on their wedding, most of them should not even be saying vows seeing they have done most damage. To me who judges and the ones with their magnifying glasses, how much can we still until we reach the core within the wax, paint and covers?
Two.
I hate liars. I never lie, anymore, other than bragging a little or exaggerating the situation for dramatic effects. I can stand people lying, and then admitting. I could give in after apologies. I will never forgive until I could truly forget. As dear mother would say, ‘forgive and help, especially family’, and that would probably be the reason why family will only be there for you, because they have to.
I always believe that family comes first, until the break the line. I am not forgiving, it’s a flaw. I do not apply to the principal of giving priority to those who you are related to because trust me, they do not deserve it. Why stick to the ones you have when they are plenty out there? Family, the people you love and could trust. There, if that could not be considered, why be stubborn?
Three.
Everyone knows that all of us have an inner beauty, but what I know is that not everyone can love them. When we accept people around us, it did not say on the contract that we would worship them.
Four.
For some people, high school is a play, they direct, act and watch with applauses, tears along with a bunch of audience. Maybe there could be a chance that some of us just want to end it quickly and go to college, have a life, for instance. Why is it that people never get tired of having the same drama being remade over and over again, because being cliché is one thing but some people are tired of throwing popcorn at the performers.
