I hate it when people pretend that they love and care about you so so so much to the point where it's unbelievable and just when you start to believe it, they turn around and stab you in the back.

Maybe they don't STAB.
Maybe they just scratch you silly with cat-like claws.
Maybe they just poke you with a needle till you bleed forever.
Maybe they just push you down a hill where cactuses reside.
or
Maybe they just pull your hair out.

IT MAY NOT BE AS BRUTAL BUT IT STILL HURTS ALL THE SAME.

Maybe hate is the wrong word to use.
Maybe this feeling is illegal in terms of humanity.
Maybe this feeling is irrelevant.
Maybe this WORLD is irrelevant.
Maybe all of us are like little ants waiting to be stepped on.
Maybe those people described above ARE the ones stepping on all of us.

Well, guess what?
You can go create a happy little world of PERFECT lies in your head for everyone else to fawn over.
Because you seem to thrive on being and living to be the best.
Well, I'm afraid I'm just that miserable irremovable black spot on that perfectly white sheet that is your life.

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