I make it a point, in my life, not to surround myself, with clueless people. People who, don't get what life is all about, who think that you are stupid, and they are the greatest minds this century has ever seen. People who wear those infamous rose-colored glasses day in , day out, never really seeing themselves for who they truly are, or the world for what it is, sad, really sad. People who whistle while sitting at their desk, oblivious to the intrusion that it brings to those around, people who talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, never realizing that no one is listening. I must stay clear of these people, as they live to bring me down, make me feel small, insignificant, nothing. My soul is fragile, ever so on the edge of breaking, stay away from me, all you bad people, stay away.Birth sign: Taurus
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