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Friday, 28 September 2018

Friction

I am so done with some stuff! Why do people just make it a point to wreck havic in someone else's life? (Not that one let's them, it's just their trashed innate thing). Why can't one live without being damnably associated with another person when they are an entire different being in their own and both have fucking lives of their own. Different preferences. And still being stuck together. Suggested to even pursue the same freakin career. I prefer solitude, it makes me  uncomfortable to share things with others. This is the way I am. And I am not sorry for this not do I need to prove this, and I can't think of another way to put this, as eerie as it sounds. I have changed, but this is way out of line. To have a worry thats not even mine. This may sound a bit too dramatic but it isn't! If there's one thing I've got to know about myself in the past few years of endless struggles to discover myself, it's my determination and will to never give up. I might do that a trillion times but in actuality it's nothing but something that's preparing me for what's yet to come. I believe falling down makes you get up with even more strength and valor. What they do to us, it's way too unfair. And when I'm driven to make choices that I don't want to make it makes my head spin. I don't want to do that. Its not even my place to ask of the other one those things but somehow I just have to. I really need this all to end soon. Just need calm and mountains. Rivers and the sky only. I've figured out maybe this is why our relationship is tainted..
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But I shall and should hope for the best. For in endurance is the beauty and when one's life blooms. I may cry relentlessly and close myself in the room for hours. That's recharging and letting it out. Not being selfish. I won't care if I have to fight the whole fucking world to get what I want. I won't care if I have to fight the whole damn universe to make my point clear and I won't care if I effing die, but I will not submit to someone's whimsical demands or scrutinized and oppressive attitude. I won't. That's the person I am. Will evolve to be.. 

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