Majority can't see what's deep inside, too bad, they're gonna miss a lot of fun.
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I shaved all my hair and wear stupid boring clothes. I make myself a total fool, listening to the others' sniggers and disdain.
I feel so alive. Clean and fresh.
I don't want to be a scientist, engineer, doctor or whatever they'd guess. I just wanna do things in my own way. Pumping deep inside, some called animal instinct.
I've always knew that i'm not popular among others, but i didn't realise that i'm a weirdo to them till now. The vast difference between me and others suddenly dawned on me. I feel like a freak behind a pretty mask.
I've had enough amusement from all the benefits the mask had brought. I've experienced what it is like being extremely popular. People, even strangers, love you for no reasons. Just ow powerful is that stupid mask?
After a few years, life became bland. We're always living in lies, but the scale was getting too huge.
Maybe i still need that mask, after all, it's a destructive weapon, and sinful gift i was bornt with. Maybe it's better to make use of all my advantages against and for the unknowns. Even so, it's not my concern now, not within the next three years.
And by that time, i would have changed my mind.
It's my life, I', the only one that's responsible of it. Maybe I'll let my parents, my loved ones down, but -sinfully- i don't give a damn. There's a soft corner inside me screaming painfully, but it'll disappear soon. Nobody is responsible for anybody else, so they will be responsible for themselves, and not blaming others or giving any excuses to themselves.
I'd probably go to hell -if there is one. I'm never an angel, and i'd rather not be one. Doing harmful yet appealing things to others is against my priciple; I'd rather be the bad guy and help them in the shadow. I don't want anything in return, not even acknowledgement, so I'm not going to leave the shadow. I'm just sick and tired of living for the others.
Most people live for the others. They care too much about what people they don't care think.
I'm going to hell by believing the world is both ugly and beautiful. It's just i've always thought the beautiful is the ugly and vice versa.
Fxck yes I'm selfish. They just don't say it. Majority of the kind, friendly, great, popular people we look up to, maybe they themselves don't even know. And oh, I'm not saying anything. You see, people tend to believe in what they believe.
I don't fxcking care what other people think, as long as the sequela doesn't bring me any trouble. Oh and haha, i purposely made them thought that i do care. So yes, i'm going to hell. But i'm just doing what i think is suitable, maybe the crux of the problem is just my nature. I'm no angel.
I live the way i want, i know that i had, am, will disappoint many; but then again, i'm selfish and will go to hell, so don't place your hope on me.
'Cause i have my own. And you'd better not intefere with that. (smirk)
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I shaved all my hair and wear stupid boring clothes. I make myself a total fool, listening to the others' sniggers and disdain.
I feel so alive. Clean and fresh.
I don't want to be a scientist, engineer, doctor or whatever they'd guess. I just wanna do things in my own way. Pumping deep inside, some called animal instinct.
I've always knew that i'm not popular among others, but i didn't realise that i'm a weirdo to them till now. The vast difference between me and others suddenly dawned on me. I feel like a freak behind a pretty mask.
I've had enough amusement from all the benefits the mask had brought. I've experienced what it is like being extremely popular. People, even strangers, love you for no reasons. Just ow powerful is that stupid mask?
After a few years, life became bland. We're always living in lies, but the scale was getting too huge.
Maybe i still need that mask, after all, it's a destructive weapon, and sinful gift i was bornt with. Maybe it's better to make use of all my advantages against and for the unknowns. Even so, it's not my concern now, not within the next three years.
And by that time, i would have changed my mind.
It's my life, I', the only one that's responsible of it. Maybe I'll let my parents, my loved ones down, but -sinfully- i don't give a damn. There's a soft corner inside me screaming painfully, but it'll disappear soon. Nobody is responsible for anybody else, so they will be responsible for themselves, and not blaming others or giving any excuses to themselves.
I'd probably go to hell -if there is one. I'm never an angel, and i'd rather not be one. Doing harmful yet appealing things to others is against my priciple; I'd rather be the bad guy and help them in the shadow. I don't want anything in return, not even acknowledgement, so I'm not going to leave the shadow. I'm just sick and tired of living for the others.
Most people live for the others. They care too much about what people they don't care think.
I'm going to hell by believing the world is both ugly and beautiful. It's just i've always thought the beautiful is the ugly and vice versa.
Fxck yes I'm selfish. They just don't say it. Majority of the kind, friendly, great, popular people we look up to, maybe they themselves don't even know. And oh, I'm not saying anything. You see, people tend to believe in what they believe.
I don't fxcking care what other people think, as long as the sequela doesn't bring me any trouble. Oh and haha, i purposely made them thought that i do care. So yes, i'm going to hell. But i'm just doing what i think is suitable, maybe the crux of the problem is just my nature. I'm no angel.
I live the way i want, i know that i had, am, will disappoint many; but then again, i'm selfish and will go to hell, so don't place your hope on me.
'Cause i have my own. And you'd better not intefere with that. (smirk)
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