Stigma

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I wonder, do butterflies know fear? I ponder on the status of one's reliability. It seems every which way I come across another lie , and the sad part, the truly disheartening revelation of it all, I no longer seem to care.

Maybe once, not long ago even, I did care to the point where I exhausted myself but those days are truly gone.
 

I'm truly ok with myself, and I don't need validation from anyone else.

That isn't to say that I have given up on anyone, least of all myself. I've just come to realize that some things are not worth getting angry over, some people aren't worth getting hurt over. If someone wants to be childish then by all means go ahead. Talk. Sneer. Spread rumors like you were still in high school.

Maybe one day you'll realize what people say behind your back, and maybe one day you'll learn that talking bad about others get's you nowhere in life.

Just because I choose to remain respectful towards someone doesn't mean I like them . I don't have to like everyone and neither does anybody else, but to take it to the point of absolutely disliking someone for no other reason than some weird imagined issue that never existed is beyond pathetic.

I'm over it.

Perhaps you'll move on one day too. Perhaps not. But I am. I'm not saying another word about you that isn't necessary, I'm not going to participate in slander of your name and person, and I'm also not going to pretend anything about what we have is even close to friendship because it's simply business. I go there, I do my job, and I keep to myself.

Piece of advice though, if you don't want people to get in your business, please be smart enough not to put it out there yourself.

And that was my rant of the day.

Currently (*^o^)乂(^-^*) Because of some Miyavi songs and a certain someone on my mind.