You know sometimes, it’s just so hiliarious. How we continously, hopelessly hope for something that won’t ever happen? We know it deep inside, and yet still bear some hope. And how people say to be optimistic. Then I’ll ask, having this tiny little hope, does it mean to be optimistic? Because if you look at the bigger picture, it’s rather dumb and idiotic. What’s the point when you already know the ending. When you already know that nothing would change at all?
Life hurts and I wish I could turn back time. I wish I could change everything with this miniscule power of mine. Nope. I can’t do anything. Procrastinations. Sometimes, some things can’t co-exist together. All the wishes I wanted, they aren’t coming true. I know it. Life sucks. I hate this, perhaps even everything.
Why so pathetic to distract yourself with meaningless stuff?
Why so down when people are out there, at the peak of their lives?
Why think about some stuff that only happen in dreams?
Why even ask why when you already knew the answer deep within ?
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Yeah. I can’t help myself up nor can I heal you. Too bad. I’m sinking way too much. Goodbye hope. Welcome to hell.
