Snap out of it. You got what you need. So now it's time to leave.
Guilty feeling: I wish I never met you. Just so that I wouldn't talk to you anymore from now on. I love you, but I can't. I'm not supposed to. I'm supposed to be moving on. And I'll do that. I'll start distancing myself. Goodbye.
I'll think about what I don't like about her. How she thinks she's so smart. How she does stupid things. It's just stupid. Physical appearance, it's not just what you see. You talk to people in the internet and you see how they are that way, but I bet if that guy had tattoos all over him IRL you wouldn't think again before approaching him. You sit on your ass the whole day, adult problems?! Shouldn't you be solving them and not talking to other people? You don't eat, that's stupid. You and your family, you don't appreciate them. You're fucking 23. You talk about other people without doing anything about it. You don't know anything about anyone... I hate you. I wish I wasn't attached to you. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't like you. You would be the kind of person I hate. Bitch.
Fate isn't real. Logic prevails. Science prevails. Our fates aren't predetermined. If it were, why the hell do people die? If I'm like everyone else why do some people die? God's plan? Oh hell no... oh hell no. Fortunes, horoscopes... all bullshit. Is this what's attracting me? She doesn't like me. No feelings at all. Hahaha and she got the wrong idea of me. Bitch. Fucking bitch. Fucking bitch who thinks she's smart but hates how she's living. If she's so smart how come she has problems? Hypocritical bitch.
We all live once. Hell I'm not wasting my time anymore. The people who left before me... were all smart by leaving her. I'm sure they're having good times now without her, they find a way. If they're capable of doing it, why shouldn't I be? She thinks I'm stupid... what the fuck, lmao. She never met me... she doesn't know me. LMAO what the fuck.
True love doesn't exist. It's all chemicals. Everything is all chemical reactions. It's a wonderful thing, but it's stupid. It's not something higher, or maybe chemistry is God? How the hell were these things created? From outer space? What the hell is all of this. We're just here, like everyone else. What do we do? We do what we feel like, we do what won't hurt us. That's how everyone should live. And if I'm complaining who the hell would want to hear that? We have to be better than others to feel confident about ourselves. That's the truth. Work hard for ourselves... be the change I want to see. I won't get depressed anymore. It's in good terms. I'm tired of this shit. Goodbye. Bitch.
I'm leaving. Will she chase after me? Maybe not. Whatever. I don't like her.
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