Current mood:

pissed off

It has come to my attention recently that most the humans on this planet are worthless, pathetic excuses for "people."

You think you're friends with someone. You go out of your way to help them whenever possible. You lend your money, your ear, your heart to them. Then you turn around for one moment to deal with your own life, and suddenly you've got a knife sticking out from between your shoulder blades.

It's nearly impossible to tell the difference between friends and backstabbers right off the bat. So your only choices are to either completely separate yourself from this plague of 'humanity,' or keep trusting people and keep watching your blood stain the ground.

Regrettably, it's isn't possible for me to remove myself from the general population. So, I just have to keep letting people in and taking the chance. In some ways, I am grateful for this. I have a few true friends, who have saved my life on several occasions and in many different ways. I know that these people will stand here in the fire with me, until the end of all things. I don't know what I would do without them.

For those people with their knives ready in their hands, I have but one simple message. You may stick me, and I may bleed... but I will not be the only one. The only difference is, my blood will be metaphorical. Yours, on the other hand, will be pouring freely from your face, because I'm not putting up with this bullshit for one second longer.

And perhaps the next person who considers trying to play me for a fool will see the scars that it got you, and think twice about it.

That's all.