sometimes it strucks you just how pointless it all is.
and you feel like an outsider to your own self, like a third party just observing your own actions, how you're responding or reacting to the mundane things around, leaving nothing for you to do but just look. . and do nothing.
but as always, you just doggedly go on and cross the fingers and hope for the best. even if you're not quite sure yourself of what is it that you're looking for. or what is it that you really want. and you're like some programmed machine which seems to be going on well with all the support system but under some mysterious code, can just break down and get hanged up.
people always dream of many things, mostly nice happy things of fairytale endings with a lil sweet cherry atop the creamiest yummiest icing. but even the nicest sweetest creamiest things can leave you with an ache, with a pang. and you're then struck by how even the nicest, most seemingly innocent things can hurt.
only then are you whipped by the stark reality of life.
im not making sense am i.
and the thing that freaks me out,
is i'll always be in doubt.
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