I can't trust people, I can't be normal, I am not amused by what crowds appreciate. I am excited only by vague stuff. I don't know why I'm like this. But no matter what I love myself for being unapologetically me. I know am desperate inside, not for people but for something to hang on and for it to never ever end or change. I won't be able to digest if it connects to any kind of change that won't go well with me. That's why I create fantasy and live in fanfics.
"They asked me to write something cool, positive and full of life", I clank my keyboard and ponder aimlessly. To me and a very few people that know me, what's been requested is a complete oxymoron to begin with. I finally decide to do this, yet for all ungodly reasons my taste for irony kicks in. If you ask me why life is to be seen as a bedrock of positivity, I'd say, it's twofold (slightly inclined to hypocrisy), if you shall get the sarcasm 😉 You trust, hope, work and get a lesson from it when you fail (that's how a mind in the stage of mindful acceptance takes it) (or) You trust, hope, work and win, focusing more on the result. (to me this is either too blunt or in most cases, vain) I've always preferred to bask in the former, that's because you never stop learning, equipping and molding yourself into a better individual and that's what positivity is about. Eventually you get better. Here, what matters isn't the goal, but thos...
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