Until one day, I've asked your whole life story as I told you mine. You keep telling me that you shouldn't have to tell me your life story but I still insist and you said you will tell me about it tomorrow. Until one day you've changed, You act so strange and you never send me a message the next day. I was kind of thinking that you just visited doctor again cuz you always telling me an excuse that you're visiting doctor which I never ask you why cuz I know you might get offended. Late at the midnight I got a text..it was you, telling me about your shit..
Christopher: You wanna know my stupid story? fine! Im a son of a man kicking ass! I lost my sister at her birth, my dad always beaten me up bloody when I cry when I was a little. I'm miserable, I wasnt good for you. Im not the guy that you think! my half sister brings me to the hospital for a therapy because I'm ill and when I turn up 25 years old I will die soon or got an Alzheimer which is I hate. I dont believe in god, angels and any religion!I dont believe in love! love is a damn illusion! love is anxiety! I'm desperate now. I don't need any one else..
I discovered a lot about you, you drink, and you still a member of mixed martial arts.. I wanted to ask you so many things because your reasons is not considerable but as you said I just can't admit everything..that I'm living in fantasies and movies. you said; we've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be a millionaire's and movie gods, and rock stars, but we won't. And don't get me wrong, you are nice but.. different. I guess you just can't admit that I'm your biggest weakness
