Author: tolerate PM
Sometimes all you have got are lies.Rated: Fiction K - English - Angst - Words: 161 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 04-21-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3015431
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I look at people and I know their personality straight out. Sometimes I'm wrong, after listening to them and their way with words— but most of the time, I'm never wrong. I'd know who I like, and who I don't. Some are mysterious, and totally unpredictable. I just wouldn't know what they're going to say next. But I hang out with people I don't like, and snarl at people I like because I didn't want to get hurt. I started hanging out with popular people, and those were the times I felt really fake. I later on befriended the people I would have liked, and enjoyed myself— feeling alive than relying on a fake mask to benefit myself.
I threw away my masks for the real me, hoping it'd mold me into a person I would look at years later with a big smile. I never liked the old, selfish me anyway.