8:55:00 PM
So tell me what you think you knew and tell me how many garbage bags I need for it.
I think some people just can't be trusted. They spin webs of lies and then encapsulate other people into their bubbling solutions of evil. But you know what? Maybe I couldn't be bothered. These people can grow up to be the next paparazzi-industry leaders, no matter what the paparazzi does or says, the bottom line is: WHO CARES? The bottom line below the bottom line is screaming out DEFINITION OF TABLOID: NOT TO BE TRUSTED/CITED IN YOUR BIBLIOGRAPHIES. You know what? You don't go telling fake stories you made up just to win new friends. And that means you. fake. Seacrest.
I think, for the record, half the school is irritated with you for some reason, and the other half of the school doesn't know you. With some exceptions. Like your close circle of friends. The problem comes when your friends have links with my friends, and you spread your infectiously charismatic vibe of untruths, and my friends, who don't know you or haven't experienced your lies buy them.
You know, theres this really, really cliche line that goes: "if i would live my life differently, I would choose my friends better". I think I read that in Catch me if you can. I seriously can't understand why there still are stupid people who call themselves my "friends" who stick around and stab you in the back. Backstabber. You can call me that from now. Since you decided to declare me one, you're going to live in one hell of a competitive world. Doesn't have to be emo; just I will do whatever it takes to get ahead of you, and if you lose out, I won't be sitting in the corner looking repentant.
Competition is the mother of the elites.
But what happens if your competition is an incompetent brat? Or worse: he doesn't even show up?
