Getting used to people is sick. Getting used to anything is sick.
And that happens to be my hobby by the way.
Just when I get so comfortable in my own small little bubble, someone comes and bursts it and *pop* it goes!
There is a thin line between getting used to someone and genuinely *liking* the person. And as of now, I seem to have lost that line. So, I'm trying to figure things out but fuck, I don't know what I want!
I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT!
Do you know HOW much that sucks?
So much shit happens in my head?
No, you don't. No one does.
So, the best you can do is stop lecturing me.
I was watching some kids playing in the rain today.
And then I tried to remember the last time I played in the rain like that.
I realised, from the time I’ve turned into this obsessed-with-my-hair maniac, forget playing..I haven’t even walked properly in the rain minus any worries!
It’s raining and to hell with everything else! I’m going to go there and break into a dance!
I love twirling umbrellas btw.
I also do stunts. Umbrella stunts.
And then the umbrella gets all weird and refuses to protect me from the rain.
103 is starting to prick me now haa!
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