i hope not.

people are mean, rude, conceded, vicous, tyrants, selfish, stubborn. why do people say things, when they do nothing but hurt? why do people tell secrets, when they always get told. why do people talk behind each others back? there are many people in this world they hate me, some for good reason. then there is another bunch of people, who hate me. because i have what they dont. i have stolen something from them. people change, its a fact of life. because i dont get giggles out of making fun of people that cant help themselves, or i dont feel like partying and ruining my life. i dont feel like getting wasted, or stealing. this.. this makes me a bad person? if i was extremly consious of myself, i always put myself first, i always took others crap, kept it to myself and still said im sorry... how could you honestly tell me i am a bad person.....? honestly. what is the matter with people? this isn't me. i am not that good aof a person. i wish i could someday amount to that.

yet there is one person. who stands out. a very good friend. a friendship thats gone through allot, and i still value. all i can say is thank you. thank you for putting up with me, and what i have done to you. thank you for understanding. people do change... for the better.

i have to go. a spark has lit itself, i must go. i will get back to this. you two... im not done with you. if your meaness isn't paid for here, i promise you it shall in its own time. someday hundreds of years from now, this will come back to haunt you.

i have an X on my palm.

its in the cards.

i will never look at you again the same.

we can only hope that someday you two change.

and feel like this is not my battle to fight.