Life is a game. The only thing that matter is how you play it, right? If life was poker, it would matter how calm you could stay under pressure. If life was monopoly, it would matter how much money you had. If life was Uno, it would matter which cards you were dealt.
But, life is just life. Helpful, I know. Talking is my specialty, I love to talk but I also appreciate what silence can say as well. Yet I still, for the life of me, can't bring myself to attempt to care. I'm not talking about empathy, I have plenty of that. I'm talking about the way I think, experience and feel all the time.
Oftentimes I think I'm going insane and if someone heard my thoughts they would probably send me to an asylum somewhere.
I'm not stupid, but I'm stupid enough to fall for things that all humans do. It has nothing to do with how clever you are, or if you had "seen the signs". It is never your fault.
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Short StoryConfusion is good for the mind. Try to figure out what each of these stories mean. Hint: they all have more than one meaning
