Sometimes, it is so apalling how much your friends really don't anything about you. Correction: not apalling, just pure irritating. It's an interesting feeling to float through life, and be detached from people. They pretend to care about you (if you even get that much), and you inturn masquerade interest as well. Both parties part with a fabricated feeling of accomplishment. Why is the world so self-centered and superficial?! Has it always been this way?
Encountering so much counterfeit kindness makes one unable to receive genuine benevolence. In the back of your mind, you are always thinking, this isn't real; they are just being fake. Why would anybody be so caring? and where does one get this real affection?
How does one break away from this binding mentality? To leave the world of never ending faithlessness and apprehension. To escape from the prison of distrust. To be free. To love.
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