I think everyone is good, and has good in them. They may stab me in the back, or front but somehow I still think they are a good person and I still care about them. I guess it gets me in trouble. I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders. I just never let people see the true me I guess.
I'm complex and I don't like people figuring me out. I guess that's why I cover it up. I don't let people in very easily because I've been hurt, but yet I let people in at the same time because I see the good in them. I don't know. I'm just rambling.
I'm kind of just bleh right now. :/
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