Epic Mafia has taught me

When you start pretending, you begin to realize how easy it is. How easy it is to deceive people, fool them, mess with them, use them, and still not feel guilty at all. I used to believe that these people would one day be stricken with grief and decide to change their ways, that they'd just drop their plate one day with some epiphany etched in their eyes and with their mouths shaped in the perfect little "o," and that they'd be different. Just like that. I used to think that I could change people.

But they honestly couldn't care less about what you or I say. They live their lives, we live ours. Occasionally they'll sweep into your life and ruin it, pretend to love you then crush you, lift you up then stomp you down. Usually they'll leave you on the ground. But occasionally they'll change and transform into glittering testimonials, and sure you can credit yourself for the transformation, if you're really that egotistical. But it's all so deceiving.

I used to trust everyone. And I'm half-proud to say now that I don't trust very many people anymore. Humans just aren't meant to be trusted, I suppose. (But there are those few girls who I love so much and you know who you are. I trust you guys:)

And what's weird is that I always thought I knew people. I thought I had more insight than other people had and could tell straightaway if someone was trustworthy or not, or if he's a good guy, or a bad guy, or if he really loves your or if he's just playing. I thought I knew! But I don't. I'm wrong half the time, and now I'm just making up things, probably. I don't know anything about anyone, so I should probably stop acting like I do. Nobody is who he is face value. Nobody.

Oye. I hate doubting myself. But I do.