"..you don't like me, but you love me, EITHER WAY YOU'RE WRONG.."
In a twisted, sick, absorbing way.
And with that said I really don't care if I'll be missed or not once I'm gone.
For there's only so much a person can take, accept, and deal with, until that waking-day when it comes down to "this is not the person you want to be, become or assume as this is what you're meant to be.
So I rather admit that I don't get along with people nor the world, for that matter, hence solitude is the only happiness I've come to know.
Might be indigo blue at this moment, yet that probably is my favorite colour.
People and I don't like each other, anymore.
d.d.t.
In a twisted, sick, absorbing way.
And with that said I really don't care if I'll be missed or not once I'm gone.
For there's only so much a person can take, accept, and deal with, until that waking-day when it comes down to "this is not the person you want to be, become or assume as this is what you're meant to be.
So I rather admit that I don't get along with people nor the world, for that matter, hence solitude is the only happiness I've come to know.
Might be indigo blue at this moment, yet that probably is my favorite colour.
People and I don't like each other, anymore.
d.d.t.
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