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My Inner Bullshit 2


I don’t what I want to say or how I am going to start this. Let’s agree that I will just let my fingers touch the Keyboard and the bullshit will come out eventually.

*SPOILER*: I am going to just rant. If you aren't allergic to bullshit, keep reading. If you are allergic to bullshit, keep fucking reading!

Falling for someone is stupid. Needing someone is awful. This ain't working but i am just expressing how I have realised that there is no such a thing called getting over someone or forgetting about them. We don’t simply forget about someone who once moved us. Some people will always own that corner of you brain no matter how fast they ran or how bad they hurt you. 

It doesn't have to be about love and relationships, it’s just about human beings and their power to ruin each other. 

Maybe you don’t keep wanting that person in your life, but there will be time when they start fucking up your mind and their small corner in your brain will turn into cancer that will take over all your head.
This wasn't accurate but I can’t put it up in any better words. I used to be good with words until feelings turned to be more sophisticating.

Anyway, to every person who think they can get over someone or forget about them easily. LOL, no..It won’t happen. You will be constantly fucked in your head. It will stop hurting at a time, you will feel numb at another but after all, that slight pain will always be there. Just like looking at scars; it doesn't hurt, yet its shape could give you that pain from the time you had yourself cut. 

You can cry yourself to sleep, or fucking stay up and keep eating everything around. Hold your shit together or go and feed it to your brain.
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