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Hello World.
Posted by The Splintered Chapters
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4:40 PM
I wasn't doing much today. Yet somehow, it suddenly dawned on me that stupidity is a trait I can't seem to shake off.
I'm warning you: The paragraphs that you are about to read may cause immense confusion.
Someone is probably an expert at doing this. Someone probably has had years of experience doing so. Someone doesn't even care, should why should you? Someone probably doesn't even know you feel this way, like crap, like so motherfuckingly inadequate as compared to her. Someone probably couldn't care less. Maybe it's just what they do?
I sound like a bitch saying this but I don't really care. It makes sense right? To want to hurt someone especially after you've been hurt so badly, whether it's consciously knowing it or not. It's the same. Being unaware of it is equally as bad as doing it on purpose.
And you should still go on, and live your life.
When you realize, this cycle, it's draining and tiring.
You stop thinking, stop dreaming, stop wasting your energy. Sometimes, you feel like you cannot take this anymore. It isn't hope that keeps you alive, it's life itself. Because even if you don't feel alive, life goes on. So why not, make the most out of it?
Even if making the most of it doesn't amount to living, you still have to do it.
Because doing something is better than not doing anything at all, right? Even if you know that you’re not truly happy. Even if you know that this will lead to nothing. Were we all born to suffer? Is that our true purpose here?
Sometimes, I think, that love alone is enough. That with it, maybe I'd be someone else. Someone so weak. Someone so contented. Someone who isn't me. Someone I will never know. Maybe that is why God hasn’t given me anyone.
I wasn't doing much today. Yet somehow, it suddenly dawned on me that stupidity is a trait I can't seem to shake off.
I'm warning you: The paragraphs that you are about to read may cause immense confusion.
Someone is probably an expert at doing this. Someone probably has had years of experience doing so. Someone doesn't even care, should why should you? Someone probably doesn't even know you feel this way, like crap, like so motherfuckingly inadequate as compared to her. Someone probably couldn't care less. Maybe it's just what they do?
I sound like a bitch saying this but I don't really care. It makes sense right? To want to hurt someone especially after you've been hurt so badly, whether it's consciously knowing it or not. It's the same. Being unaware of it is equally as bad as doing it on purpose.
And you should still go on, and live your life.
When you realize, this cycle, it's draining and tiring.
You stop thinking, stop dreaming, stop wasting your energy. Sometimes, you feel like you cannot take this anymore. It isn't hope that keeps you alive, it's life itself. Because even if you don't feel alive, life goes on. So why not, make the most out of it?
Even if making the most of it doesn't amount to living, you still have to do it.
Because doing something is better than not doing anything at all, right? Even if you know that you’re not truly happy. Even if you know that this will lead to nothing. Were we all born to suffer? Is that our true purpose here?
Sometimes, I think, that love alone is enough. That with it, maybe I'd be someone else. Someone so weak. Someone so contented. Someone who isn't me. Someone I will never know. Maybe that is why God hasn’t given me anyone.
PrettyOddThoughtsInTheMiddleOfTheNight
I'm warning you: The paragraphs that you are about to read may cause immense confusion.
Someone is probably an expert at doing this. Someone probably has had years of experience doing so. Someone doesn't even care, should why should you? Someone probably doesn't even know you feel this way, like crap, like so motherfuckingly inadequate as compared to her. Someone probably couldn't care less. Maybe it's just what they do?
I sound like a bitch saying this but I don't really care. It makes sense right? To want to hurt someone especially after you've been hurt so badly, whether it's consciously knowing it or not. It's the same. Being unaware of it is equally as bad as doing it on purpose.
And you should still go on, and live your life.
When you realize, this cycle, it's draining and tiring.
You stop thinking, stop dreaming, stop wasting your energy. Sometimes, you feel like you cannot take this anymore. It isn't hope that keeps you alive, it's life itself. Because even if you don't feel alive, life goes on. So why not, make the most out of it?
Even if making the most of it doesn't amount to living, you still have to do it.
Because doing something is better than not doing anything at all, right? Even if you know that you’re not truly happy. Even if you know that this will lead to nothing. Were we all born to suffer? Is that our true purpose here?
Sometimes, I think, that love alone is enough. That with it, maybe I'd be someone else. Someone so weak. Someone so contented. Someone who isn't me. Someone I will never know. Maybe that is why God hasn’t given me anyone.
I wasn't doing much today. Yet somehow, it suddenly dawned on me that stupidity is a trait I can't seem to shake off.
I'm warning you: The paragraphs that you are about to read may cause immense confusion.
Someone is probably an expert at doing this. Someone probably has had years of experience doing so. Someone doesn't even care, should why should you? Someone probably doesn't even know you feel this way, like crap, like so motherfuckingly inadequate as compared to her. Someone probably couldn't care less. Maybe it's just what they do?
I sound like a bitch saying this but I don't really care. It makes sense right? To want to hurt someone especially after you've been hurt so badly, whether it's consciously knowing it or not. It's the same. Being unaware of it is equally as bad as doing it on purpose.
And you should still go on, and live your life.
When you realize, this cycle, it's draining and tiring.
You stop thinking, stop dreaming, stop wasting your energy. Sometimes, you feel like you cannot take this anymore. It isn't hope that keeps you alive, it's life itself. Because even if you don't feel alive, life goes on. So why not, make the most out of it?
Even if making the most of it doesn't amount to living, you still have to do it.
Because doing something is better than not doing anything at all, right? Even if you know that you’re not truly happy. Even if you know that this will lead to nothing. Were we all born to suffer? Is that our true purpose here?
Sometimes, I think, that love alone is enough. That with it, maybe I'd be someone else. Someone so weak. Someone so contented. Someone who isn't me. Someone I will never know. Maybe that is why God hasn’t given me anyone.
PrettyOddThoughtsInTheMiddleOfTheNight