Fuck posers. Why do these people pretend to be who they are not? I do not know what that is terribly wrong with them but they are just inconsiderate bunch of monkeys who think they are everything even near to COOL. I am not them, and they do sure make it seem as if they are like me, which is a big NO. I don't know. Now can people just stop irritating me. Even guys are bunch of monkeys. They think they are so good don't they? ahha, not really, they are just a bunch of monkeys.
Ahhaa, What if one day, you discovered you were forgotten and realised that it really was nicer somewhere else. Ahaa, then you realised you were forgotten there too. maybe its better off anywhere but here. The irony of the "grass is greener on the other side". They sure as hell piss me off, never a proper invitation and a last resort to everything. hah. Maybe it is funny, or maybe its harder for me to think it's not funny(: swell, what can i do, like what my sis always say- i know where i stand( shorter then everyone). ahha. i just feel forgotten in some ways. I wont tell you how, but slightly forgotten and yet i'm blamed for this(: how funny things can be.
Almost pleasant, ahha, it's funny how things can be. Turnover and unknown yet obvious. I don't seem to mind but i know it just bothers me a little. The words are always twisted and exaggerated and yet the truth remains unknown, thats for sure. The compelling unknown is what causes the aura to be remarkably magnetic. Attracting all attention, but i sure as hell know that it sometimes could make me wait a little longer or even try to, maybe that might help me with the rest to come. Till i'm matured enough then(: And i'll find them better, sure as hell, i'll try, no, i will(:
I''ll be drawing, just oblivious to the environment. There's a very shy girl. Ashamed by her admittance which wasn't suppose to happen, yet happy, but still, ashamed. Maybe there would be the pleasantness behind all this ruckus.Not wanting to be bothered by the thought adhered in the mind.what on earth is going on?
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Found the audacity of others to be so compelling that i don't know how to react anymore. The overweening confidence would push me aside thinking is this how it was suppose to be? Sometimes it feels good just to maunder, thinking about the pleasantness and the greatness of simplicity.
Am I just someone, that even the slightest remark is not to be taken lightly.
Why can I not cope with the audacity of others when it is suppose to be awe-inspiring.
When nothing I can find could appease me yet.
Does the very part of inequity make me suffer or is that just an exaggerated emotion.
Is there some kind of being inside me who is unwell and not responding to my questions.
Does the existence of emotion deprive me of my freedom.
Did i just overlook a question in search for another answer.
Is this not the part that pleads for help.
Is this not the itch that cannot be found.
Is this just an exaggerated emotion.
It is not a question yet it is not a statement,
This is just puzzlement.