Fake people make this life feel like a sewer. Those people who think they’re better than others because they richer or better looking. Those frauds who pretend to like you but then talk crap behind your back. The world is full of creeps. They might not be criminals but they’re still bad. Self-centered people who think they can get away with it. The worse things are the ones you have in your life. You can’t get away from them that easily.
I’ve known that kind of people in school when I was younger. I was lucky to get them out of my surroundings. I never had to see them again. I don’t need to go to some class reunion. I wouldn’t go anyway. Besides, I wouldn’t have anything in common with them. I can’t imagine someone still being friends with a person they went to school with. It must have a very special friendship. I prefer meeting new people. I don’t want to spend time with frauds. Life is too short for that.
I hate lying and hate people who do. I could never make up a story about myself. I don’t want to be a fraud. I prefer telling the truth. I don’t say out my opinions out loud when I’m people I hardly know. I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings on purpose so I keep things to myself. Sometimes honesty is not the best policy. I do tell white lies sometimes but who doesn’t. I know how it feels when someone says bad things about you. I don’t get offended easily like I used to. I can’t please everyone and I just take criticism with a pinch of salt. But if someone tries to make me angry on purpose, I would turn into Hulk. Except I don’t turn green and I don’t crash things.
A fraud doesn’t admit they are. For them, it’s a natural thing to lie and trying to be convincing. I know a fraud when I see one. There’s a lot of those in politics. They think they found a solution to a problem but they haven’t really. No one should promise something they can’t keep. Frauds should stand up and admit they’re one. It’s better, to be honest than being fake.
In my world 
I am a fraud. I pretend that everything is okay, even though I’m hurting. I pretend to keep other people from being dragged down into the muck that’s sometimes my life. I agree, I don’t like people who are hurtful, but sometimes I also wonder…what happened? How did this cruel person become so twisted? Maybe I don’t want to know. Take care!!!
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Maybe they weren’t hugged enough as a child. Or maybe they’re just born evil.
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