A cuppa tea and some honesty to go with that, thanks

Blank pages filled with words without meaning, my head is another universe, a cup of tea all over my journal;

she thinks she doesn't deserve these friends she's got, but in fact she earns them more than anyone. People don't know you but they act like they do and that is what makes my head hurt. Just wanna shout fuck right off if you don't mind, you should stop trying to fix everyone else's lives because that doesn't make you a better person, mend your own pieces instead, fix that broken heart of yours, don't spill it all over me. I don't know you and you don't know me, even if you think you do.

Dishonesty is a cruel thing; if you mess around with it you will surely get a kick in the head. I try not to kid around when it comes to those things but I guess sometimes a lie is necessary.