urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:danceonrooftops SammiSmallEyes SammiSmallEyes 2008-02-27T03:30:33Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:danceonrooftops:6058 2008-02-27T03:30:33Z 2008-02-27T03:30:33Z You want an honest answer, or do you want an honest person. We're in a world where nothing makes sense anymore. It burns into your skin as soon as you hear my name. Those shitty scars that don't mean much anymore start to grow back visable. We're here to tear each other down, and shed every big part down. I can honestly tell you that if you're willing to talk your shit, back it up. It's good to know that your enemies are probably your best friends. Because even they talk less about you. As for your friends, you never know what goes out one mouth, and into another's ear. I don't find myself as stupid and pointless anymore. I find myself more as a person who dodge those situations more than you can throw them. We get temporary life friends, and we get temporary enemies. You can put in stupid acronyms that supposably last a life time, and then disapear one day later. Enemies grow on you faster than old friends that become nothing more than a faded memory. I think I can shake my head now and tell you that I'm done. I'm not here to throw a white flag, and I'm fucking over your blackhole that you call a mouth. Suck you in with a good thing, and spit you out like trash. I own a mouth of a sailor, but I can atleast back it up.