(Source: dannyhiga)

Everybody hates fake people; that is a given. But the irony is that most of us are also fake, to some degree at least.

Many times I find myself thinking, How great would it be to live in a world where everyone was just completely honest? Then I become conflicted. On one hand, it would probably be really great because there wouldn’t be anymore ridiculous drama, especially girl drama. Good Lord, is there anything as mindless as girl drama? 

Then, on the other hand, I don’t think many people would be able to handle blunt honesty, myself included. Who says everything that’s on their minds, ever? I can accept that there are people who will never like me, but I know how sensitive I am and I know I would probably just burst out in tears. 

People annoy me, people fucking annoy me. I hate seeing people whose company I do not enjoy and not just because of that, but because I’m growing increasingly frustrated that I am allowing myself to be subjected to it. 

I wish I had enough strength to just say what I wanted to, all the time. And I wish the people I wished to say these things to had the maturity to respect what I said and brush it off, like an adults. Because that is what we are: adults.

But no, until my personality evolves, I am stuck in this world of faked smiles, faked interests, and internal angry monologues that find their way here. I fear that I will never outgrow my passive-aggressiveness.