hopeful? or a brainless fool

things have a way of turning out and at the end of the day you find out who your real friends are. and who are really just bitches and faggots in clever disguise. i never learn my lesson it seems. maybe it's not me to let go so easily. maybe i'm naive. maybe i'm just hopeful.

sometimes i go, fuck it. just fuck it all. i've had it with all this. but i keep coming back to it and i think, heck just one more chance. it'll come around. i'll stick around a bit more.