I don't see there being such thing as fake friends. They either is or isn't out of the box. Anything else is merely an illusion... or melodramatic.
well, exactly. sometimes people develop the habit, though, of calling people friends just because you have an acquaintance with them or talk to them on occaision. that's not a friend.
Yeah, that's what I'm going to have to start doing more. I just let people push me around too much. Thanks for the advice.
Life is like a thrift store Oh, the joy of the score The thrill of the hunt The love of the game I'm the moth, life is the flame I always seem to want more Than I can afford It's just too short for the pain I'm in the gutter, life is the lane... Life is the lane... Life is like an ice cream cone Dripping down your hand You gotta learn how to lick it Or you'll be in a sweet sticky puddle right where you stand So many flavors to choose from Yet so hard to decide Life is like a rocky road stain It's just along for the ride It's along for the ride... Cuz it's the same dance, different song Sleep won't let me rock it to you all night long It's Acoustalunatickle anarchy I love it when you don't take me seriously Life is like a roller coaster With a big ass line You get burned in the sun while you're waiting For your turn to ride Loop-de-loop and twist and turn All at high speeds Life is the rush of the first drop That's the jones that I feel... That's the jones that I feel... Life is like this dumb song That gets stuck in your head It's bangin' 'round from when you wake up Until you go back to bed It's just like that ice cream cone Dripping down your hand You gotta learn how to lick it Or you'll be in a sweet sticky puddle right where you stand... Be in a sweet sticky puddle right where you stand...
if you had friends who always pointed out the negavity in yourself how would you take it? would you see it as critism or a helpful gesture to show you that you probably have areas in your life you need to work on?
I can get her over there, but if you get caught remember that a Mexican named Pablo brought her over.
I don't get caught man, I don't get caught. ...and, ironically enough, there is a Mexican named Pablo living right over the cow field from me.
Be fair to you siblings children, we're all we got right now. Wait until space colonization to start throwing rocks that kill in controversial ways........I was born upsidedown.
