plastic

I was reading some random person's blog today and they were talking about how they're always being so lovely to people and inviting them to open up their beautiful wounded souls to them so that they could love them.

I stopped after that.
I really hate it when people tell you how nice they are. I really hate it when people tell you how much they care and how they're always there for their friends.

It might be real, but it always feels fake. In highschool if I wanted to know about someone I would tell them that I'm just nosey. Even if it wasn't true true. Fake noseyness seemed more real than actual concern.