vanessa's Friends

i
don't
likee
shitty people.
why do they have to exist?
why are they allowed to be so fake and remain, in essence, real.

why does it have to affect me?
am i so much like my father that despite the best of me,
i only bring out the worst?

i've learned a lot from him.
like what not to do.
like always accepting your mistakes,
and further,
those of others, even if they can't see them.
does that cancel it out? maybe thats what im doing wrong.

however, could i possibly be in the wrong, always, alone?
i like to have faith in people,
but shit,
im not that dumb either

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