Whatever It Takes--Lifehouse
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
8:17 PM


Today I realized that sometimes telling the truth makes me seem like a huge bitch, which is in and of itself a contradiction to my aforementioned intent to be generally nicer.

That is all.


5 comments

5 Comments:

Hah, I realized that telling the truth isn't always the greatest idea.

I lie so much now >.<

By Blogger Al, at February 25, 2009 at 8:36 PM  

i much prefer bitches who are honest then liars who appear friendly
but thats just me
u should msg me what made u come to this realization sometime

By Blogger Johnny Bae, at February 25, 2009 at 9:34 PM  

I think happiness can be artificially created. For example, if I get a bad grade on my test and everyone in my family died, and you ask me how my day is, do I say good or do I say like shit?

If I said good, you'll be off happy; if i said like shit, you'll might be worried with concern.

By Blogger Al, at February 27, 2009 at 4:50 PM  

Aww I would want you to say that you had a bad day. Keeping things bottled up is usually not a good idea.

By Blogger Connie, at February 27, 2009 at 6:22 PM  

eh, i think its that whole perspective that causes other ppl to ponder about the personality of said person. if the person is always saying they're good, you can never truly know how to act around that person, since they're always hiding their true emotions. So its basically a superficial relationship in the end : /

By Blogger Johnny Bae, at February 27, 2009 at 8:42 PM  

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From Mom: "How are you going today. We miss you. Dad said your group was wired. Connie maybe was kidnapped. You know your dad himself is wired. Mom. [I think she meant "weird" [: This was after my dad dropped me off at camp and saw the mob and was freaked out.]

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