Away

I lied. Told him I'm going to bed, about an hour ago. Once again, yh, don't get close to anyone. Don't let anyone get close to you.

If you talk to me, I'll reply. That's all. If we click, then just be it. That's all. After some time, you'll get bored and stop anyway. I don't mind that at all. This is wrong. This is different. Too many days consecutively. Too weird. They're fake. Who else can't pretend when they wanna hit on someone? Not saying hit or what. They're fake.

Does anyone take opportunities to make friends, unintentionally because the other party is just so friendly? And you're like an asshole, ignoring over and over again, suddenly* Snap! The bond broke.

People get tired that easily. But will they go back? He came back. Will you? Always imagining "miracles", but I don't trust miracles. I don't trust luck. There's no such thing as luck. It's either you're born smart, or you have to work hard to be smart. "Good luck" ? No. Anyway if you are born smart and you use that advantage to beat everyone around you, one day, everyone's gonna beat you, and you suck. You'll fail because everyone's become more successful. They climb high, you had an elevator but you just stopped at second floor. They worked hard while you used your 'genius instinct' to make things work. Are you gonna success with that shitty attitude? No. So it's possible. It's possible to work hard and improve like nobody else's business. It's possible to blow their minds and drop their eyes.

Ah ah out of topic.

But still, why tf am I imagining things like that? Self induced depression comes in every shape and size, it comes in any form, any sec, with any thought. In every conversation, your name blocks my mind. Oh! He...... no I'm not supposed to mention you. Then the whole mood changes, the whole world became dark.

Leave him alone, he's a nice guy.

Our chat used to not have any goodbyes. You only throw me a bye when you're mad. Suddenly, goodbye.

When you feel like a fucking dead corpse, don't get close with people who still have a whole heart.

You're a fucking dead zombie walking through life. Don't drag others down, don't drag them zombie walk with you. Chase them away.

Maybe that's what I'm gonna do.