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Feel Good Friday: Taken But Never Given

Generousity is such a rare thing nowadays, but it's not the presents, the gifts which make me dislike those people but the more important gifts such as love, acceptance and care. Some people **** out these less tangible gifts from others but don't give it back. Shame on them.

 

There are so many ways in which I could address this, but it's late and I feel sick, so imma keep this as simple as possible.

 

People that take but never give anything back remind me of leeches. Take , and take, and take. Selfish idiots ~

These people make me think ..

Do they realise how lucky they are? Cause trust me , they'll know what they had when it's gone. Like, do they realise that they've got it good? Or is ignorance really bliss ? One day ,when you're in trouble ,that friend that would do absolutely anything for you won't be there. And if they are, god help them.

 

To those who give but never receive. I'm proud of you. You're parents must have raised you well if you care that much about someone. But , as a good friend told me, if you care to much, you'll get hurt. I'm not saying not to care about someone, just know when you're being played for a fool. Don't worry about them , karma is a ***** It'll come around and bite those people in the *** It's a dish best served cold, and also with a smack on the face, or a kick in the ***** whichever method you prefer.

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Jul 18, 2013
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