The more i think about certain people. The more i hate them. I mean they would never know but I have a bitter taste in my mouth about them.
(Thought break)

I cant write what i had here here. It would get me into alot of trouble that isnt necessary if read by the person i wrote it about. So, I made the choice to delete it.

(Back to the first thought)
Then there are people who i genuinely want to become friends with and see the reality of them but they hate me.
They have cried on my shoulder and come to me with things they didnt go to their own family for first. They have told me things that not many other people understand about them. I often question why i care so much about them when they hate me. I am compassionate with them and i understand them but they cant allow themselves to get over their own insecurity of the relationship.
Then there are people who ive hurt and i want to try so hard to gain their trust back. They are soo cool to me. Its weird that i often look up to them and their personality but they are younger than me. I often admire them because they portrays themself as mature, responsible, capable, and the things that i wish maybe they could help me instill in myself. Speaking of them. I let them read what i wrote. It was so nerve wrecking. (Just flowed with the thought train)
Then i go back to people who i am, and try so hard to be genuinely just be nice to. I dont have to like them nor do they have to like me. But damnit would i like to tell him what he can do and where he can go. Everything would have been fine had he not opened his mouth. I cant, i have to be respectful. Its really just to not start drama in the studio.