You know what's funny about getting to know a lot of people? It's how you never really know the real them.
Today, I started to think, and wonder how it quite amazes me, that people fake so many smiles. Countless, as a matter of fact (I'm not exclusive). They hang around you as friends, laughing and having fun, but then you start to wonder how far they are willing to go through problems for you.
It used to hurt my feelings a lot when people don't care about me as much as I do them. But then it came to me, that probably it's just me. I am always the naïve one. I never fake mine. If I liked you, I'd show it. If I didn't like you, you'd know in an instance. If I thought you were my friends, you could rest assure that I'd always be there for you.
But, as time goes by, I've realized that people around me are hiding things. They aren't being real with me. Some, you can't keep their words. Some, you can't count on them to always be there for you (or even to share some of their precious times for you). And the list goes on...
In order to face this problem, I think the best way is to practice ignorance. Stop expecting too much, stop giving too much, and start to not give a single fuck.
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