July 2, 2013
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“I hate nice girls. Just exchanging greetings with them will get them on your mind. Start texting each other, and your heart will be set a flutter. If they call you, you’re done for. Enjoy staring at your logs and grinning like a fool. However, I won’t get fooled again. That’s what your kind calls kindness. If you’re nice to me, you’re also nice to others. I always end up nearly forgetting that. Reality is cruel, so I’m sure lies are a form of kindness. Thus, I say kindness itself is also a lie. I always ended up with these expectations, and I always ended up (with) these misunderstandings. And before I knew it, I stopped hoping. A highly trained loner is once bitten, twice shy. As a veteran on this battlefield of life, I’ve gotten used to losing. That’s why I’ll always… hate nice girls.”
It’s not often that I find something that matches what I feel…
The truth, though, isn’t that I hate ‘nice’ girls… I don’t trust them. I don’t trust them because the kindness is a lie.
