If there's anyone around here that understands that things come and go, it's me. I might be the professional. Since I was a kid I've been a drifter. It takes a lot to hold my attention. Growing accustomed to certain lifetime trends is sometimes dangerous. Values, and manners, and various positive traits are often engraved into our minds from birth, why not the same with the flaws we hold as adults? We're all broken.
While I don't quite believe we are born "perfect" in the social connotative sense, we are born clean. We are well oiled machines. We eat, digest, poo, and then cry again when we are hungry. Most of the time, our parents, or whomever takes care of us, does everything in their power to find out what is making us scream. Since we have no language. If we are ignored, this is the first step.
Those of you with happy parents still in love, thank your lucky stars. Siblings that get along? even still. We are all broken by heart.
I have always been honest, painfully so at times, but when a piece of me is at stake, I leave. This signals things are over.
I don't know where I am going with this, but I just know I meet people frequently, and make friends often, but I don't meet people I get along with very much. I would say I call them the "lucky few" ha, but I don't give myself that much credit. I just love my friends, because they put up with my shit. Thank you.
I promise I won't do it again.
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