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Monday, April 28, 2008 things that never change it's sad to think that the more one's intellect can grow, the more their stupidity shows. it's people like that who have make sincerity a myth. i could resent it. you will never have enough. you are too dense to comprehend the idea of sleeping in the messy bed you've made. or even to realize that it's not a mess at all, if you would just open up your fucking eyes and see what you have right in front of you. but the good news is, these things have a dull impact on me now. maybe i need to practice what i preach? maybe this little hypocrite may need a little help realizing what she's lost sight of, as well. but right now i really can't see it. her voice is like a knife digging through my spine.