Dead sloths may retain their grip and remain suspended on a branch…
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK
HOW SCARY IS THAT
There are times I try to be a good person. I really try. But what if everything is closing up on you. What if you are given chances, and you do what you might consider right, then it just…
I try. I really try.
I think about others before I say or do something.
But sometimes I don’t get it.
What drives people to do the things they do? Because they can, and because there is nothing you can do about it?
Why I am so helpless? I must sit back and watch certain parts of my world go to shit?
Why can’t I control it?
Why can’t I forsee it?
I try to be good, dear world, but sometimes my good just isn’t good enough.
And for that I am sorry, but guess what?
you can’t change me and my past so do me a favor and get the fuck over it.
So basically I was able to understand how the male mind works. Or how it does in relationships. ‘It’s like giving a dog bacon, after awhile the dog will be bored of bacon and leave’. Thus this justitifies that a man can be an asshole in moderation because when he is nice to his girl, she’ll eat it up and wait around for the next time he’ll be nice, and so she stays.
What the fuck.
Like fuck is that.fuck i look like.is this really how love works? Because if so…this is some major bullshit.
And I’m not having it.
Oh one other thing, i love it when people make fb status in anger, shows their divine level of maturity.
