It’s nice to be nice. Not in a forced way, fake compliments are like fat-free mayo, weird and a poor substitute. But the real deal awesome, felt some true sweetness out there.
It’s not always obvious, or easy, to know whose story to believe when it comes down to the honour of people’s word.
It’s fun to dance. It’s fun to ride bikes. It’s good to be with friends.
Some people don’t change. Probably never will. I should have probably realized that a long time ago and saved myself some energy.
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