Gender: Female
Birthday: 04/01/1997
Happiness is just a made up word to make you believe that life is worth living
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The one person I loved.
The one that actually listened to my complaining.
My crying, my agony, has left me.
Her only reason that was because she was all an act.
She never was like who she acted to be when she was with me.
Inside me, I know it's a lie. It's pretty obvious.
I've known her before we were friends.
Even the people who knew her before I did say the same.
Deep down, I know she still has feelings for me.
She's just too shy to share them.
She's too afraid to witness the pain.
She's too adoring to let me be hurt majorly.
What she doesn't understand is one thing.
I live to suffer things the hard way.
People thrive off conflict.
If it didn't exist, we can't proceed, or evolve.
I prefer to have it the hard way, it hurts more.
It cuts deeper, and leaves a bigger scar.
All in all, you learn more. Though it may hurt.
And it won't go away easily, it's the only way to understand fully.
When people talk about what they heard, they have no right to give an opinion.
If they haven't witnessed it themselves, they have no opinion, or a ruling.
That, is how I see it.
Nor is there any one else to disprove it.
The few who do like me, don't like me that much.
Everyone I knew turned on me.
Everyone I know will turn on me.
Life is just a repetition of the same old story.
The only way I'll be free of it is in blissful death.