Life really comes a full circle. i hate the fact that i feel like the bitches i'd love to bitch about. I keep thinking that there's a difference between me and them. That for some inexplicable reason my actions are justified.
Maybe they are. Maybe they aren't.
Because even though i may be sweet and innocent about it, at the end of the day, we're both doing the same thing. Our methods might be different, but we want the same thing.
Feeling like thwm however doesn't make me like them ONE BIT.
But i dont hate myself for this either, and i realise that maybe we all are prejudiced. In some way. Even though we don't want to be.
We look down on others but we do the same things, hiding away somewhere.