People.

People, in general, are cunts. Some are mildly annoying; some are fully-blown, absolutely despicable people. These are the worst. Truly, truly horrid people. What makes it worse is that sometimes said people don’t even realize it.

Certain people don’t know the true meaning of friendship, and yet are upset when they look for comfort, but don’t find any.

As I wander round town, killing time until Uni comes, it really makes me wonder how these people will ever become properly accepted.  

There once was a time where I’d strive to find *any* quality in a person, and focus on that, forgetting the many flaws they had. I can happily say, this is not the case anymore. I really do think there are just some people out there that don’t have any. As a wise person once said, he “hates people until he finds a reason not to.” Recently, I’ve found this to be a better way of gauging people. Not hating them to begin with, but cautious at least.

Most of you reading this will think someone has pissed me off majorly in order for me to be doing this. No-one has, though. I’ve never been happier with the people I know now; I’ve just become aware enough to realize that there are people out there that just piss me off.

It’s a pity it’s taken this long.