I lie to people that love them. Just so that they feel somebody cares about them. But deep down I hate people. I hate them so much. I hate that they even open their mouth. They are f****** so shallow, pathetic excuse to life. Only 1 or 2 people I met in 25 years of my life were worth talking and having conversations with. All other are shitheads guys/girls/X alike. But whenever I am like talking to one – my brain go into this kind person mode and I just start doing things to make them feel good. I lie about how I feel constantly!