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Some people just make me so angry. But the scary thing is that I usually never let these people know. I just keep them in my memory…and bide my time.
Usually, after a while of getting to know a person, I know exactly what makes him tick. What his ambitions are. It’s not hard. After all, most people want the same thing. Each person is just a different variation of the same flavor.
I hate it when people use me. When they lie to me. When they take my good intentions and warp it for their own selfish means.
Old debts will be resettled.