....thought it was easier....thought i could run away where it will be nothing left here.
But It's not.and I can’t
....and it’s all my fault
i
am
losing
everything
all
becouse
i
am
...
fucking
stupid
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I’m famous, vain and careless, I can have anything I wish for, don’t i?
No.
Actually,i’m a THE fucking fake,the pseudo-everything. The living nothingness. I’m not worth anything or anyone’s time.What you’ve seen it’s what I always wanted you to see ,get it?i’m not damaged at all. I’m a damage and a bug for this place.
So what if I don’t live in your so called reality?I have my absurde dreams I’ll never make them real. I’m filled with naivety and immaturity. But….I won’t ever be willing to be something you’d agree with.I don’t need your critics, clichés …though they’re part of the scenery.This thoughtless/senseless scenery I may say. It’s who I am. Hate me or love me, only for who I am.I’ll never understand you,you’re not who you want to be,I noticed that.Same reversed; and that’s trully a fact.I’m not claiming to be superior,not at all.Just different,try to understand that “key-word”. We have this ability of halftime hating each other,don’t we? And the disability to break through everything that isn’t worth it. Here comes selfishness...
The only things we’d ever have in common would be that we both walk on two legs, goddamn it!
There’s this thing I’ll never understand.Why do I have to be like this.I honestly tell you that I don’t care about your randomness when I have my own stuff to deal with.
I’d never miss someone that wouldn’t miss me back,…[this line,i'm not writing it. figure it out yourself ].
And I’m weak with artillery and stuff. I only throw with heavy sophisticated words, ripped out from the most popular foreign language.They seem not mine at all. But they make me who I am. What…am I trying to say?
Look,what a waste of space.
I’ve been writing about myself,weren’t i? I’m a genius.No one has ever written about NOTHING, right?I’m the first one.
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