HIHIHI.
Those Eyes Really Stand Out.
Hold on to the Train.
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I'm a fucking bad person. Get away from me. Don't talk to me. Don't dare to say hi to me. Don't even befriend me. Don't call me. Don't message me. Don't. Don't. Just don't! You'll just get tired of me. The endless rants of misanthropy. The clueless thoughts on indignity. The uncaring attention on humility. The frantic screams on mercy. And the loud cries on heartbreak and pity. All are subdued to infinite fantasy. I'm tired of the heartaches. I'm tired of the lies. I'm tired of the secrets. I'm tired of disguise. I'm tired of pleasing. I'm tired of the show. And lastly, I'm tired of this life I'm trying to live for.
"I'm not a perfect person. And I may be less than your expectations. I may be a little selfish. Or maybe a lot. But I love you for who you are and do love me for who I am. I do not ask expensive things. I don't ask for diamond rings. I don't need any assurance. It's all bullshit if you ask me. It doesn't matter anyway. Everything in the world fades. But as long as you've been a part of it; I'll care nothing but wither in the bliss."
I thank those who have been a part of my life. I thank you for accepting me and being with me all throughout. And though time may seem so slow, and things may seem to change; please always remember that we'll always be the same. The laughters that we've shared. The naughty deeds that we have done. The craziness that head us laughing and the insanity of each one of us. Those little moments, those insignificant details, those are what matters most as they're a part ourselves. Wherever you might go, no matter what you're doing, just look inside your heart and you'll always see me smiling. So never be down and never be sad because those unhappy feelings are the ones we've never cared about. Smile and be happy. That's what we always say. And through bad times and good times, we always share a happy face. Don't forget to smile. I miss you all so bad! I love you! So much! See you all soon. And take care while I'm gone.
