fake

It's that kind of shit that when you see friends or their friends commenting in fb in broken english, you start wincing. Like why don't they speak better? And then you snap back and vision slapping yourself, questioning who the hell gave you the right to criticize. Then it seems all werid when people pour their thoughts online and you just think : hey, it isn't like that, what gave you the idea? Its so immature.

You didn't realize that its you who's naive, and when its given enough time, you start over again on what the hell happened.And you find out the real reason is, 'cause when they do that, the little flicker of hope that you can be better just crushes down on you. You look away. It ain't going to be like that, you will be better. But the liability of their ignorance pulls you under. Then the rant starts. How things supposedly should be, brainwashing yourself. It ends after 40seconds though. The cycle goes on. Maybe its how it works, maybe its the changes revolving so fast, and maybe mostly because you don't know what else...

Theres no prove to the capabilities you have 'cause when you reach that stage, you might well be over middleage. Theres no one there 'cause your friends are as confused as you are and as their status is usually over your parents, it option opening up and whinning like how teens should is brutally omitted. Then you tear up inside and feel lonely, and you know that its all gone now 'cause when you fall into that pit, you can't get out. And it all blacks out.

You can't be true, because you don't know how. You are fake.