As humans, we complain so much about the douchebags and bitches in our lives. And we claim that we hate people like them, and the way they act. We listen to our friends talk about somebody that has been a complete bitch to them, and we spend hours trying to convince that friend that they deserve to be treated better. That just because he's hot doesn't mean he can treat you like crap. "Why do you still love that jerk?" we always ask. But more often than not, we forget. About the jerks that we know, about the jerks that we love.
Yeah, we can argue all we want, when it's someone else's life. But suddenly, when it's your own, you can't even admit to yourself that that could be you. In that exact same situation. Loving a jerk. And we don't do shit about it. Well, because. Maybe we want to keep them there. In our lives, on our minds. Because I think, secretly, everyone wants a jerk to change. For them.
I'm not saying that every pretty face is out to break hearts. It's not that at all. It's the pretty faces around us that know they mean a lot to us, and take advantage of that. And the worst part is? We let them.
So as much as we yell and scream about it. As much as we cry and shout about it. There are always going to be jerks in our lives. Whether you want to admit it to yourself or not. They could look like angels. And talk like angels. Appear innocent, and speak gracefully. But be careful with who your heart trusts because. Well. Who says villains can't be pretty?
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