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Tuesday, October 22, 2002

It sure must be fucking nice to run and hide when things get to personal. I do wonder how guys can manage without any BALLZ. To never have to say "I'm sorry," never have to be responsible for your actions, to never ever consider the impact you might have on others. I suppose it must be a difference in up bringing. Those who suffer from a severe lack of class seem to never be responsible for their words or thoughts. When my words and thoughts come out, you can damn well know that they are thought out and straight to the point. I've never been one to shy away from anything. I've always had enough confidence for myself and then some. I'm a downright opinionated BITCH when the situation calls for it, and I take more pride in that than I probably should. But NOTHING pisses me off more than someone being careless with my feelings or the feelings of someone I love. What gets to me even more than that is when I make the grave mistake of misplacing my loyalties. I'm an extremely loyal person and I don't take character lightly. I'm probably your worst nightmare when it comes to criticism. However, I would never in a million years criticize when it was inapropriate. I have the utmost consideration for others feelings, and as a consequence I suffer greatly. I hate nothing more than to turn my back on someone, and I'll be that last to give up, I see it as failure I suppose. It's really sad to watch a person self destruct isn't it? I suppose I've only learned that it doesn't pay to step lightly around people because you might scare them off, fuck them if they aren't cool with you. I have nothing to prove to anyone shallow and self centered anyway.

♥Oh, so vintage... 12:11 AM


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