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"Why on earth would I stalk you?" He cocks a brow at me.
This cocky fucker.
"How would I know?" This conversation is getting nowhere. It only exhausted and annoyed me.
"You should have checked the road properly before exhibiting the act...
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A Little Recap Of The Past Month.
I think the most active part in my whole body is my Dick.
Serval times, I've wonder why it is so but it turns out my body is just programmed that way or maybe I'm the one who made it that way.
I wouldn't call it a problem or a curse, cause it's more of a blessing. It has helped me fill in spaces my emotions are meant to play out.
Anytime I sense any kind of emotion or feeling awakening in me, I fuck it away. I've been doing so since I was a teen till now and I don't plan on changing anytime soon.
The thought of just allowing myself feel some type of weak and dreadful emotion has never settled well with me. I'd rather fuck a whole city if it helps me not feel than to feel for one fucking second.
That's the best way I handle things.
Ivy and Chase however has not been the biggest fan of my life choice in that area. They say bottling or avoiding your feelings is unhealthy and not good at all.
I don't entirely avoid it, I'm conscious of it that's how I know to avoid it. I don't know if it make sense but it make sense to me. I have no clue how other people handle their emotions, but fucking has always been the best way to me.
My heart hasn't played any role in my life and I think that's the best part about myself.
I've seen people who have followed their heart, saying love is something they can't control or ignore, but at the end of the day, the love they calm to be so strong and uncontrollable, ends up destroying them.
They fall into pieces, shattered and bruised. Weak, vulnerable and sometimes, half dead. How can a simple feeling do that to someone?
I believe it's true because I've seen it, but there's no fucking way in hell will I ever allow myself go down that road.
It's funny when I think of it.
Love, such a simple word that everyone says, an idea everyone creates, a lifestyle everyone chose to live and go in constant circles in.
At a point in my life, I was a bit curious of that word and why it had such power in the world.
Like my Dad said, the best love isn't the one forced or planned, it's the one you never see coming or expect. The one that makes you restless, that makes you see that one person non-stop.
The person who clouds your mind day in and night. The person you think about all the time, the person you want to spend every minute with and also the same person who might hurt you the most, but the love you have for them or each other is way stronger than any problem or break point that may occur.
He obviously didn't know he would forget those words when he later realised love is just a word and nothing more, after the woman he loved so much left him.
