That one random thing.
I have always cared about the stuffs I said I don’t. I have really very bad habit. When I love something too much I start hating it in order to move on from it which I thought was okay. We all think of so many things openly. Isn’t it?
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I tried to love the things, I could never have. I am just and idiot doing stuffs for their own satisfaction but I just never get satisficed. I don’t know why. I tried to everything but ended up being an failure. That bad person of the story. THAT bad person. I remember everything I did yet can’t do anything. I felt so gone when I saw that thing happening again. And by again I don’t mean second or third time but 30th. There is something which is not usual or maybe it was never. This time I actually can see why I am That bad person. It’s simple. Quite SIMPLE. I AM selfish. Very much.
Maybe I got what I deserved or just wanted by the almighty. I could never understand WHY? Why do we need alll those things? Things which are just for the sake of lies. lies. lies. everywhere. Help me find out where not? It seemed like we were fine but you were just quiet. Whenever I wanted to be there, I realized why I shouldn’t.
Everyone talks about the sadness of life but what about the peace in death. Isn’t it equally or even more beautiful. What is the look of death no one can really know it. The magic in the dark speaks things to me and I can’t really think of it. Even if I try to.
