Well, as life and time passes by, things become clearer and clearer. Day stretches into night faster than it has ever stretched before. It seems that, to me, being sad, or being happy, don't really matter.
Because, you know why? It's being bottled up all inside and all that shit is basically shared with yourself. You see ladies and gentleman, i will mention again the word, BASICALLY, so that means not on whole.The emphasis on the word basically is important. That's why they say, to please yourself is the saddest yet the happiest thing which you can have as a human being. You can't share it, you can't share your happiness the way it's supposed to be shared, the way you want it. Because you know why, if you do, then everyone in the world would see it as wrong, as blasphemy, as something that would put you out from the rest of the hypocrites(the normal people. Yes, that's right.
I don't know why we even exist on this world. To be a good creature and serve the purpose? Purpose of what? Religious? Political? What? TO BE WHAT YOU WANT YOU HAVE TO BE WHAT OTHER PEOPLE WANT AND NEED YOU TO BE.Isn't that fucked up. There's so much anger within me building constantly, and from this anger, thoughts rushing through my mind, through every part of my body, through every breath that i take and make.
I love you, i really do, but why is it so difficult, why oh why, i love you till there's nothing else which matters. Is that right? Do you feel the same way? How so do you feel the same way. I have faith that it is true, that you love me, but i need prove.
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