My thoughts

Have you ever had a day when you wake up wondering what your meaning is? Ever wake up wondering why there is so much hate in this world? At times I wonder what is the point of being mean to ppl you don’t even know, judging them before you even hear them speak. I am guilty of it WE all are guilty of it.. And sometimes that anger consumes us… Is it our underlining insecurities? When we talk shit about someone you can hear that little voice in the back of your head saying “DON’T” but you ignore that and continue… Is the goal to make them cry? And it makes you smile to see you have ruined their day? Like I said we are all guilty of this… I almost missed out on a great friend because of the hate that fills the air..If you give them a chance you find out 99% of the things ppl say bad about them are untrue.

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