September 2011
Teacher : Does your god exist ?
Me : Yes .
Teacher : Do you see him ?
Me : No .
Teacher : Can you touch him ?
Me : No .
Teacher : So he does not exist .
Me : Do you have a brain ?
Teacher : Yes .
Me : Can you see it ?
Teacher : No .
Me : Can you touch it ?
Teacher : No .
Me : So it does not exist .
Like right when you meet you can already feel good vibes and a good time. You don’t even have to worry about saying the wrong thing or doing something embarrassing because those people will laugh it off with you. That’s the people I like the most because you can be yourself around them.
But you know what? Shit gets to you. You get tired of being fucked over countless of times. You get tired of people walking all over you. You get sick of being labeled “too nice”. You get fucking sick of doing so much for people but not being appreciated for it. Fuck being nice, all people ever do is take advantage of you. Yeah, I’m a bitch because the world made me this way.
Everyone I used to be close with, it’s not the same anymore. The people I used to talk to on a daily basis, are just like all my other friends, people I talk to every now and then. I don’t like thinking about it, but it’s true. All the people I once was close with, we’ve all kind of just went different ways. We’re still friends and everything, but I miss talking and hanging out with someone on a daily basis.
Where you start at one topic, and with not even knowing it, you’re on another. Where there are no awkward silences, trying to think of something to say. Just conversations filled with laughs and jokes. And a little bit of teasing. The ones that seem endless. Well, you hope it would be because of how nice it is.
Yeah, I love those good conversations.

