so once upon a time there were fairytales and horror stories and everything in between, which includes lies about boys and girls, and somehow somewhere along the way i ended up in the one containing lies and secrets and clandestine emotions. it isn't as serious as i make it out to be but it still hurts a little, when people think you're someone you're not. see, things get confusing. people say shit cause they know shit and it hurts despite the fact it's friends telling friends (cause it becomes friends telling not-friends telling people who don't like you, thus creating lies). and i could give you a whole sob story about what really happened in the dark, but let's face it, in the end you'll believe what you wanna believe. and i can do shit-all to stop you from thinking, believing, feeling whatever the fuck you wanna think, believe and feel. and yeah, people will judge. fuck, friends will judge. but that's life. and in spite of how shit it makes me feel to know people are judging me when they don't know me, people are judging me when they do know me, there isn't a single freaking thing i can do. well, not anything i want to do anyway. cause changing myself for these suckers isn't part of the plan. it isn't part of the goddamn story i'm trying really hard to write myself, instead of the one set out before me which, like all the others, holds change and redemption and sacrifice.
i'm writing my own story.
and whoever's reading, watching, judging
well, you can all get fucked.