When you lie, you end up hurting yourself. It's alright if you want to commit suicide like that, but most unfortunately, lies need to be told to someone, therefore, your evil plots to murder yourself now involves injuring someone else along with you. Worse case scenario, you take that person to your own grave. It's fine, really, being dead, but needing to dig an extra six feet to lie the person you lied to (mind the pun) in, that's just incorrigible.
So i'm not gonna lie. Honestly, there's no reason to hide my feelings.
If the current situation i'm blogging about were to go into the newspapers, metaphorically, a great headline would read: Boy, 17, Steps On Barbed Wire For Pleasure.
It sounds morbid, yes, but that's just exactly how it is. Want to know something cooler? A little quote that makes perfect sense, said by an influential economist of the 20th century.
"In the long run we are all dead." - JMK.
Isn't that just so true? Hahaha. Sorry, i digress.
The point is, i'm really, currently, taking so much of an addiction to something that hurts so much. No, it's not a knife vice. It's....well, a heart vice. So to speak. I don't know why i've become so much like this. If i could push the blame to someone, conveniently, everyone already knows who and why. Any signatories? My logic is undeniable.
Speaking of which, hmm, i wonder if Monica Joan still frequents my blog. HAHAHA. I don't want to write to space you know! I might be president someday.
Sorry, egocentrism was never a part of my profile.
I just wanted to share my feelings, you know. I can't always just sit around and bottle everything up. My poetry's an outlet for me already, which is really effective, but i just feel, well, my work becomes cheap if i make EVERYTHING into a poem, you know?
Hmm, i feel better already. This is brilliant.
"Language exerts hidden power, like a moon on the tides."- Rita Mae Brown.
Oh, and, in response to the words of someone, hmm, there's not much i can say, is there. One quote for you. "History is written by the victors."
There's no real reason to dare me to do anything, is there. Hahaha. You didn't even dare to talk to me. Hide behind a mask! Like a superhero eh? Just here to save the day. Hahaha. Pluck a cat out of the tree first, miss. When you've done that then try saving something else.
There's no reason why i shouldn't feel great about myself. If i let myself be hindered by your lies, then why live?
You've got a life, so do i. Let's not waste our time anymore, cool? You just want a picture-perfect impression of yourself to the world, and, really, it takes two to tango. Breakups? Never one person's fault, so let's try not to chase sainthood here. Sorry to burst your bubble, but as much as you'd want me to publish your story, i have my own to tell. So there. If you feel so tragically wronged, remember, nobody told you to lie, woman. Haha, my love was real.
Sometimes, when we take steps backwards to look at the bigger picture, and what's underneath it, we might realise that the action doesn't mimic the intention. My actions didn't mimic my intention. You weren't the right person to decode my language.
History is written by the victors. I'll see you at the end of the tunnel.
Will i really? Hahaha. Plastic poetry.
Monica Joan, you crack me up. You needed to hide behind a leaf just to talk to me? Hahaha, i'm not that grand, you know. Gosh, you made my day. I didn't need to make myself look great. You fed my ego with your cowardice. Let's try not to make ourselves look like a laughing stock by hiding behind leaves anymore, alright, Monica? That was a sucky attempt.
Oh, about leaves, how coincidental:
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