Many Thoughts, Many People

Now, before I go off offending anyone, I'd like to note that this is a sloppy collection of thoughts about many people. It's not in any order at all, and it's not about any one person. It is about a lot of different people, and I will never tell anyone who is who. Not that it matters. This just feels sort of akin to one of those 'private entries' that I seem to believe I could maybe get off my chest, provided there's sufficient anonymity. I thought I might as well give it a try. This was not meant for any purpose, it is simply some things I thought.

I wish I hadn't given you up. I had a golden opportunity but I gave it up. Sometimes I think about what it would be like if I hadn't, and I get mad. I think you're great. I really wish I didn't have feelings, and I could be a shallow asshole. I know it would be amazing. I really wish you would give me a chance. You have no idea. Sometimes I think you missed out, and sometimes I think I did. However, every time I think about it I am immensely happy that things between us ended. You two could have been something special. But you weren't, and there's no harm there. I hate you both and your fakeness. Sometimes I regret ever meeting you. Our time was so short, yet you fucked me up in so many ways (Hahaha, ironic). I think I've cared about you more than anyone else I've ever known combined. The three(?) of you treated me like shit and I fucking despise you all. I hate how I feel like I have to fake that I like you at all, you whore. To be perfectly honest, I only talked to you because I thought you were pretty. I'm glad I did, but it doesn't seem like how it should have been. I've actually thought about you before, believe it or not. I think you could be attractive if you weren't such a retard (Not that I'd ever want you, Haha). Too bad. I hate your personality, if it weren't for that, I would probably like you. Self-centered bitch. I secretly liked you for a long time. I hate talking around you because I feel like someone around us always knows something about me and wants me to talk about it, and I think it shuts you down. I never even talked to you. I really wish I would have. Ha. You are an enigma to me, I don't try to deny that. Every time I see you I am reminded of how I liked you, got over it, wondered why I ever did, then became your friend, and how now I think you're kind of a bitch. We had some... interesting... things. I don't know why I was ever attracted to you, because honestly, I find you a tad annoying. I can't remember anyone being as great as you, even though you also kill me. I love all your flaws. You are perfectly imperfect. Haha, I don't like you, but I can see what you think of me, and I think it's amusing how quickly you would change your opinions of me, as you already have once. You're strange... Sometimes I am jealous of you, but we wouldn't work together anyways. Thank you and you and you for always talking to me, and thank you for making me feel good about myself. Thank you, Ciera (No point not telling you... ha) for commenting on some of my posts, even though I don't really know you, and for making me feel like I write some good things. I'm a little sorry for how I handled things with you, I don't think you're anything too special, and I wanted to bring you back down to Earth, a little bit. Haha, still, I was pretty harsh and blunt, sorry. I don't know much about you, but I think you're quite nice, and pretty, and I wish we could've gotten to know each other. You are pretty awesome... I wonder what things would be like sometimes. Ha. I still think of one night with you and how different things would be. You were remarkable, way to fuck your life up, haha. I do wish we would have stayed friends though. You could have used someone to talk to. Ha, I had a chance to play the asshole, but I passed it up. Too bad I ruined a friendship with you to do it. Oh well. You are breathtaking. There's just too much I could say about you.