So you wanna be a gypsy?
The food is pleasant. The weather is pleasant. The movie I'm watching is pleasant. Everything is pleasant. Nothing, however, is great. And how can it be, when all of my simplistic sources of joy are dwarfed by the cursed stars? Shaded by their light.
And I do have myself to blame, there is no denying that. I acted as a juvenile fool; a peasant amongst kings. I, in my hubris, ruined my chances of happiness. I destroyed the bridges I had built, and I took that damned leap off of that not-high-enough mounatin. I leapt and I fell. I reached for the sky, and I plummeted to the abyss.
This time, however, I shall not react as before. I have learned. I have been enlightened. (hah) And so I shall use this knowledge in order to not repeat the same mistakes again. How optimistic of me, eh? This time, I'll remain incognito. My walls are thicker than ever.
Yet so vulnerable
No. No matter what turmoil engulfs my insides, I shall not succumb. Tomorrow is the reckoning day and I shall not falter!
I feel I've been yapping about myself quite much lately. How disturbing. Ah, but how comforting to know that no one reads this anyway..
mmmmmyyuuuu *trying to get sympathy points*
Fuck you.
adieu
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Postat av: Jabba
broham: if you think you aren't read, you are sadly mistaken
"You see, but you do not observe. The distinction is clear."
"They say that genius is an infinite capacity for taking pains"
"There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact." -Sherlock Holmes
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