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Good people get hurt, bad ones walk free, and things just happen. Chaos within an infinite, spiraling cosmic circus. The only thing we can do is have faith in us, find beauty in the pain, and laugh as much as possible.
I spent most of my life drifting… never really knowing who I was, or what I was meant to be.
Time went by but ıt didn't pass
The devastation of it all is weighing on my shoulders. I can barely carry it anymore…
This terrible, awful truth I hold is so very exhausting.
Whether I feel different or not, it doesn’t matter. I can run from every person, every place that reminds me of my past, but it’s still always there.
Distraction, denial, avoidance… they don’t work.
Because I’m still broken inside, and nobody fucking cares.
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If anyone has a vial of poison they’d like to slip into my coat pocket, now’s the time.
Anyone relates
So I suppose I am able to care about things… They’re just not things that will help me in any real way. In fact, it seems like the things I care about are things that will ultimately fuck me over.
It’s a great spot to be in.
I could use the distraction. Because lately whenever I’m by myself, the silence seems to echo louder than someone screaming directly in my face.
Human beings are built to persevere. We have the fascinating ability to come to terms with the drastic changes of life. We modify, alter, and adjust… We live, because that’s what we’re made to do. To keep going on until the wayward forces of the universe stop us in one way or another.
Ultimately, that’s what life is. Living until you die.
The fake smile is so hard to hold sometimes, my entire body wants to collapse.
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Walking ahead, looking ahead, even though the road ahead was a blank, even though you could only rely on force of habit to keep walking ahead One day, you would find direction in your own endless steps.
It just took a little patience.
Every day is a new day. It is better to be lucky. But I would rather be exact. Then when luck comes you are ready.
—The Old Man and the Sea