Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Shakespeare said that in Macbeth. Today I feel like an idiot. An idiot that used to believe that she had friends. People that she could trust, who cared about her well being and happiness.
Lies... lies upon lies is all it was . Broken promises and shattered dreams. One friend owes me money and keeps promising to start paying me back. Others have made and broken too many promises for me to list. There are others too but I don't feel like thinking about them right now.
One part of me wants to tell them all to go to Hell !!! Which would be a total waste of breath. They don't care about me as it is. Why should my being angry make any difference.
Lies... lies upon lies is all it was . Broken promises and shattered dreams. One friend owes me money and keeps promising to start paying me back. Others have made and broken too many promises for me to list. There are others too but I don't feel like thinking about them right now.
One part of me wants to tell them all to go to Hell !!! Which would be a total waste of breath. They don't care about me as it is. Why should my being angry make any difference.
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