I get so tired of treading around eggshells.
Walking carefully so that no one is hurt.
Lately I've let loose more often; refused to accommodate my feelings for others.
And guess what. They don't like me like that.
So apparently I've been lying.
So apparently I'd have no friends if not for my acting.
Too damn bad.
I have true friends who stick by my side despite my ruthlessness.
I just hate those baby suckers who I have to watch what I say.
Only now am I realized the weak skins of some.
The tough exteriors of others.
And I'm glad I'm learning this now.