Have any of you heard the story of the boy who cried wolf? I'm sure you have. If you havent, then park it somewhere comfy and listen up.
There's this new variation I've seen recently.

Once upon a midnight dreary while a broken heart was lost and weary she happened upon a needle and thread. He was a boy which could do no wrong, soft hands and a softer voice. He carried no stick, only his faith. And lo! Behold, it was the voice of another. A long-lost companion of the broken hearted one.
And so it was, boy met girl. Boy dated Girl. Boy met another Girl, and dated her too. Then Boy left the first Girl to be more exclusive with Girl number two.
Here's where the boy who cried wolf comes in; Girl two met Boy two - a prince for all intensive purposes. So Girl two left Boy and found herself in a fast swept romance of shaking hands and fast cars. Boy one cried WOLF, WOLF! but it was not true! Nay, the second Girl had long since left that child.

The moral of the story: We see most prominent in others that which we truly have in ourselves


So fuck you. And fuck everyone else who stuck their nose in.