I know that shit happens sometimes, when I was trying so hard to get over something, I got myself into some bad stuff. Luckily, that was all over, all the things that should gone, was gone. People who I don’t feel like hanging around anymore, they’re all gone, too.
I always trust my instinct, my sense when shit happens is always right. Sometimes I ignore it because I want to fool myself a little longer, but I decided to go with my instinct this time, ’cause things could get worse and I don’t have time for it. My reality is myself being happy and hard working, wasting time on unnecessary things ain’t my type. People who want to stay, will have their own ways to stay.
People are weird and I am, too. Somehow they’re kinda different, they don’t say things straight from their mind to whom they care about, I can’t bring myself to trust those ones. Honestly, I think no one can trust someone who always lies, it’s just they want to believe in shit to make things easier. I often lie, not to cover anything, but to cover myself from the world. I’m kinda good at the game of pretending, where I know that fake friends who never care would never realize what’s true and what’s lie. Life really has it’s own way to turn me into something bad just to protect myself.
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