Sometimes I pretend not to remember details about people because having a good memory apparently equates to creepiness
- me at night: I'm going to try so hard at school from now on. I'll finish my assignments and study every night because it will make exams so much easier. I'll also spend more time with my family and less time on the internet in my room. I'll eat healthier and exercise regularly. I will be a better person, and give more than i take. I will treat every day like it's my last because you only live once. I will live a greater life.
- me the next morning: fuck that shit
People are often caught up, on the “real him/her” but little do they know the real them is what exposed the truth and had them disconnected. So they hold on to what was good not knowing that the fake side was always the real side. So next time you say I miss the real them, maybe the real them was never there. If you look back you see the distorted picture, but if you think about it you can see the clear image.
Sometimes i dont wanna hear your bullshit, i got mine to get throu
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And you saying that you miss me, i refuse to say it back, even thou i still want you i dont have the time for that.
She always tried to avoid getting played nd she consistently reminds herself she knows the game… But through her eyes all i see is pain.
