My credit score’s in the 800’s now. I’m so responsible. All the haters who think I got everything handed to me in life, fuck you. I work for a living. My life is all about hard work, and continually pushing forward to the next level. What I have I earned. Stop crying and examine your own life, rather than being jealous of mine.

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the question is, can the virgin love the whore?

personally? i don’t think so.

the whore resents the virgin.
the virgin rejects the whore.

doesn’t mean somewhere, they didn’t love each other.

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Found in a document on my laptop titled “Amsterdam.Pain” :

When something happens to hurt a person’s trust, it’s always the secret idealist hiding behind the face of the cynic who suffers the most. You would never imagine it, the wave of explosive emotion and anguish when some privately treasured bit of hope is lost. But sometimes, because they love someone so strongly and want to believe so badly that they’ll force themselves to see the person the same way, even though the practice of it hurts their insides to the point that it threatens to bring them to their knees. Today I was walking, trying to keep my mind off of it but it was always there, like a film held on pause. Then I would imagine him, imagine this person who meant so much to me doing this thing that I couldn’t understand, a vision that twisted to the point of suffocation something so deep and rooted in me that I hadn’t even found a name for it yet. When the film would play, my legs would go weak.

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