I make up fake scenarios in my head which will make great stories but I am too lazy to write them down.

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""Does anything even have a point?" I let out a dark chuckle. "We force ourselves to do shit we don't even want to do. And even if we wanted to do it at some point, we start to hate it because somewhere down the road, it becomes a job, not a passion. We study and we work, we spend money and we work, we spend money and we work, all to feed ourselves. Keep our stomachs full and our ego well-fed because that's what it's all about? Buy useless shit and preach hedonism when in reality you're just one in 7 billion robots, all surviving. Until you finally realize nothing has a point and it's not worth it."

Just because you did something wrong in the past doesn't mean you can't advocate against it now. It doesn't make you a hypocrite. You just grew. Don't let people use your past to invalidate your current mindset.

Well, adults think being a good kid is doing your homework. Listening to your superiors. Preaching about anti-bullying" I nod, hanging on to every word he says.
"But in real life, standing up to bullies makes you the ultimate victim of bullying. In real life, if you don't laugh alongside the popular kids, you're an outcast, you're a loser. In real life, you give someone your trust, they break it. So why not hide the actual good deeds you do? It means a lot more to me, than it does to the world. I don't need to show off my acts of kindness. Society will applaud for them only because I'm in a position of power. If I were a kid with no money, no good grades, no friends, no one would even care. So why do it openly? I don't need a bunch of fake jerks applauding me for everything I do."

 "As long as you're being your authentic self, not being liked by certain people is literally a blessing."

Strangely, no tears came falling out. Maybe this was a long time coming. One fatal thing was for sure; I needed to learn to stop falling in love with memories.

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