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Trent
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i used to be such a tool. i trusted everything that everyone said to me. i put my faith in people. i put their needs above my own. i believed in the honor of my fellow man. i believed in fairy tales and happy endings. i believed i was different, special, somehow 'inherently' deserving of good things. i was good-natured to a fault. subordinated myself to undeserving third parties as a way of fitting in. willfully wore blinders and somehow brainwashed myself into forgetting i had them on. through this all, i was incessantly jovial.
what the fresia was wrong with me?
anybody else ever look back with utter disgust and shame on the person you used to be?
if i saw the old me walking down the street now, i would sucker punch him in the face and steal his wallet.
what the fresia was wrong with me?
anybody else ever look back with utter disgust and shame on the person you used to be?
if i saw the old me walking down the street now, i would sucker punch him in the face and steal his wallet.