over-analysis paralysis

they forget that we’re all just breathing, living, emotions in a physical body.
instead, they think they’re some holy god righteous motherfuckers who are given the right to judge and analyze other people’s lives and label them.
what’s real? realness is not acting like a dick and trying to be a badass with your homies. realness is not partying it up every night and being reckless and impulsive.

realness is doing you, not giving a fuck what anybody thinks about you, never second guessing yourself, because you do what you feel is right for you and your happiness.

sounds selfish doesn’t it? sometimes being selfish is in our human nature.
we fight for survival at the end of the day and always have our own best interests in mind.
that doesn’t mean we don’t have love and compassion for others. 
being real doesn’t mean to be a scumbag.
as human beings we try not to hurt the ones we love, but we will for our own reasons.
even in our primitive youth, we piss off our parents plenty of times because we don’t follow their rules and want to seek our own happiness.
our friends become strangers because we grow apart and realize we see life differently.
then strangers become enemies because we fight to be happy and we sometimes get in each other’s way.
we don’t break hearts cause it brings us happiness, we do because it sets us free.

there will always be more fake people than real ones in life, and there will always the real people who are misunderstood.
because there exists miserable people who don’t understand the pursuit of happiness.
they limit themselves, they’re afraid to break rules, take risks, lose friends, and even lose love.
they never understand what it means to be free to be themselves,
what it means to really not give a fuck.
these are the same close-minded fake people who never break out of their shell.
they’re the ones who follow trends because they don’t have a direction of their own.
they’re the ones who talk shit about other people to make themselves look better.
they’re the fake motherfuckers who act like they care when they really don’t
they’re bitches who suck other people off to make friends.
they’re the bitter ones who spend hours of their day plotting ways to get even with the world.
they’re the ones always ruining your fun, because they can’t have any.
they’re the ones labeling you, because they’re scared to be themselves.
they are the ones who hate what they don’t understand.

truth is, they’ve never walked a step in your fly ass kicks, never been on your roller coaster of emotions, and just never really knew who you were so their opinions don’t matter. their existence doesn’t even matter.