I am always right, even when I'm wrong, I'm right.

It just goes to show that everything is a lie. Trust should be handled with care, because it can be torn apart in a few minutes. In the end, the nicest of people can turn out to be the worst ones; the ones who will hurt you the most. If I had a heart, which I highly doubt I do, I'd say that it hurts right now. Not physically, because my heart hurting would probably mean that I was having a heart attack of some sort. Anyway, back to the point of my little rant - you cannot trust a word that anyone says any more. At some point in your life you will realise that the only person you should trust is yourself, because nobody makes it out alive anyway.

I must say, I thoroughly enjoy being walked all over, again, not literally - because that would hurt just a tad; but you get my drift. I guess that someone literally walking all over me would hurt just as much as the them doing it metaphorically.

At this precise moment in time I am procrastinating what to do. Should I leave it, or should I keep on pushing it to see what happens? I dislike the fact that I seem to be the one making most of the effort lately, it should be like that on both sides. Then again, nothing turns out quite the way we thought it would. Music seems to be my vice. When I'm happy I'll play some dance tunes, and continue being happy. When I'm sad I'll listen to Damien Rice, Secondhand Serenade etc. It goes to show that music can actually save lives. If I didn't have it to fall back on, I'd probably be slitting my wrists right now. I lie, I lie - I'll leave the emo stuff for another time.

I seem to be babbling on a bit, but I have nothing better to do right now. Possibly some work, but allow that for now. Another thing I must talk about is Facebook. It seems that everyone just stalks each other, including myself. I always tend to end up on some random person's profile - and have absolutely no idea as to how I got there. It's sort of bad in a way - I could know someone's whole life story just by looking deeply at their profile; and they would have no clue who I am. It's strange. Oh so strange.

To finish up, I have a dutty cough.