like paper planes.

People confuse the hell out of me sometimes..on paper,I'm the kinda guy that wouldn't mind being by himself,i work well like that.being a recluse...I've met enough people to know how most of them function..Most of them are the same.cuz i have met who i wanted to,and the rest  i meet are just there to screw up..people will tell you one thing,and you'll believe it to be the only thing..depends on what they say,you take it upon yourself to feel sorry for them,happy for them, maybe admire them so on and so forth..but the bullshit is,when you realize they say different things,to different people..and that's what I'm afraid of.meeting new people..i do hope every new one is better than the last..it's sad when you get your hopes up about certain people,thinking that maybe this time,they'll be different..


But then,those hopes that you so meticulously constructed comes crashing down..because people tell the same bullshit.everywhere they go..they don't mind dropping you for better people.and it kinda sucks..but i guess my conscience is clear.because i mean it when i say something.i may be boring,i may not be a bucket of sunshine.but I'm at peace,knowing I'm honest  that way..some people will tell you they're sad,depressed,lonely,suicidal,hate the world,emo etc etc..and you feel sorry for them..but the thing is,in real life,everything is all good with them,you try to figure out which part of them is sad or whatever,and you just don't find it,you wonder why they even told you the things the did,in the first place?.it baffles you..and the best part, they're the ones feeling sorry for you..people will be the same,some may not even realize they way they behave or act because it all comes naturally to them...but somehow,It's about finding those who'd appreciate you for who you are,and who are honest about themselves.when you do find those certain people,keep them close to heart..cuz they are certainly keeping you close to theirs..