I don`t like fake people
I used to believe that there’s no point in being fake – and I still do, I used to think it’s unbelievable to change who you are for others, or just act to, but I guess these days, you expect the unexpected. You may be shot down by others actions - metaphorically, or you may be blessed with happiness, it’s a risk, you either receive one or the other. I love making new friends, I don’t expect them to be PERFECT, no, because perfect is not for ME, I’m stupid, silly, immature and lets face it, it’s how I’ll always be. Perfect has no meaning to me. It shouldn’t even exist in the dictionary if you ask me, because nothing is actually perfect, so don’t