It’s strange how I can connect myself to pain than happiness, and that doesn’t even amaze me now.
Life has thrown so many memories or moments that I can surely tell- I’m more familiar with pain or sorrow or just plain- dullness.
I don’t know if it’s just me or anyone has this type of life where if even just accidentally, I witness some kindness by anyone, or if someone is just nice to me – find weird. It is weird or I am? Huh I don’t know?
I’m actually at this point of my life where I can’t even write happy moments faced by my characters. Believe me when I say I try. I really do. But not a single word comes in mind.
Mess is my life. The way I have put myself uptight does even amaze me. Like sugar, did you manage that? You just have to go get a prize.
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No Meaning
RandomI open the door of this address, to built the praise castle of myself. Do I need to confirm it as a sarcasm, feel free to pat yourself if you've got it. Okay bye.
