She is;

She is barely a breath in the lives of so many. She is only a wisp of a flashing remembrance of a girl vaguely dreamt up behind closed eyes. She is never a constant; what does it even mean to be? She is an effervescent cheer; a fleeting reality, an enigmatic species of wistful character. …

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Why I hate people.

Why do I hate people? I hate people because they are incredulously disappointing, but nine times out of ten the joke’s on them because I hate them anyways. I hate people because they are the most self-serving bastards on the planet. It honestly takes an act of God to make a person remember that others …