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Hey you.

I’m not going to say it’s because I’m wiser than you or that I’m older than you because quite frankly, numbers don’t mean shit and just because you’re older than someone, doesn’t give you the dignity to say that you’re right, better, or even more knowledgeable than your younger peer. I am me, and you are you. You may not agree with what I believe to be true, right, or even just but let’s just be fair with one another and respect our own opinions because I could complain and I could question why you do such stupid things but I’d rather keep them to myself and believe me, if you were to ask me what I think of you now, you wouldn’t want to know. My view of the world is at its very bottom and it’s not because I don’t see the good in people anymore and it’s not even about taking sides like being on the good side or bad side because I accept all kinds of fucked up people. One thing I will not accept is how you repeatedly decide to destroy yourself: physically, mentally, and soon it will over take you and it’s not because I don’t understand, it’s because I do and it’s because I’ve seen it destroy others that I decide not to go into the grey. It’s because I’ve seen my dearest go astray and I’ve seen it engulf her and spit her out with nothing left but her weary pride. So when I see you, it’s not because I don’t like you, or that I hate you, or that I envy you; hell…I’d never envy the stupid lifestyle you carry, but I pity you. All the while you think that you’re living, you’re really not, you’re just in your own little imagination of that tiny brain you have and all you see is what is in front of you at that moment, at that time. But you don’t see what’s around you, because you can’t. Your memory fades, and you begin to dwell on it, and it only and your happiness depends solely around this thing. So all the while you think you’re living, try thinking again, this time without it. Because I can guarantee that you’ll feel like shit. All the while you think you’re living ask yourself this: ” what the fuck am I even doing?”. 

 I’m ever so grateful for this. For everything that I’ve been given/granted. And I can’t say that I’m living this perfect one-dimensional-fairy-tale life but I know that each day I live and die. Each day, I live like it’ll be the last. Knowing no regrets, and knowing mistakes will always be bound to happen. I’m not perfect. I’m not perfect. I’m not better than you and I’m not saying that I am. But I’m Living and hey, you should too. 


Posted: 3 months ago

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