Thursday, November 26, 2009
Seventy-Nine
I think I expect too much of people, and I think I expect too little. I want people to be great, because they can, but I know that they won't be, because they don't try. Ultimately, nobody impresses me, and now I've become cynical, and judgemental. I can't bother to spend time with anybody who isn't my family anymore. Let's not kid ourselves with wishful thinking - friends come and go. And I'm sorry, but trying to hold on to something that is only barely there is just so tiring.
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