i was right in thinking that purchased popularity doesn't last. i was right. I hate this realization, i hate writing these words. with them not only comes the regret of being used, but also the knowledge that i was never really good for anything else in the first place. i'm seen as a tool, a hand hold for further advancement. they did this because it was easy, instant gratification, with no drawbacks, or further commitments. what they don't seem to realize is that my eyes are wet. i hide away the tears and the torn evidence, my mouth is bleeding. i let them have their way because its easier than being alone.
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