Gosh she's tired.

Hypocrite

Hyp-po-crite. Hip-poH-Krit.

I associate ‘hypocrite’ with the colour green and needles.

I dislike it very much. Whenever I read it or hear it, I feel like it’s been addressed to me. I can’t really explain it but it’s as though people are -
No really. Needles. Or something pointy, like a stick.

It’s the same with ‘selfish’.

But selfish isn’t as bad as hypocrite. Mainly because it’s made up of “sel” and “fish” and it doesn’t have a “crit” in it.

No, no, I don’t mean to be postmodern. It’s just … semantics.

And when the sun goes down and I’ve done all the things I’m supposed to do, I still feel so empty.

 And that’s when I realise how much I need You.

It just kind of comes out that way. It's sort of appalling but neither you nor I care very much (and neither do they, ALL OF THEM).

VIBING UP.

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ahhhhhh

HHHHHHHHHHHHH

Painter and painting (or should I say painted), ha.

You know exactly what I'm talking about.