(SERIOUSLY) LOSING GRIP.
the pain he inflicts.
the scars she leaves.
it came to my realization the other day, after such a long time. the broken promises we've made to ourselves, silently and forcefully.
meaning it, means everything. i cant believe i forgot about it all this while. slow down you im not getting any where but just facing the path of trying to cover up the lie of what i have become.
with all the hope left in our fractured hearts, the beautiful letdown comes once again, yet again.
i'd do it different.
we.are.such.stupid.vulnerable.creatures.that.have.nothing.better.else.to.do.but.fuck.things.up.just.look.at.the.state.of.the.world.and.everyone.around.you.
to satisfy our twisted selves.
my eap is so fucked its getting funny, but not for long. 3am in the morn and what ive done so far amounts up to almost nothing.
why do people tell others they are special? they are different? when in fact, we're acutally just a combination of everyone else we wanna be. we delibrately constrict our own personality for good or for evil. lets face it, am i stopping to believe in individuality?
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