I really don't know what "being okay" is, and I'm very tired of sticks and stones that I bring home myself. Well, I'm not sure whether or not I know, I guess it's difficult to say but it feels as if I have progressed to a point where everything is the same.
It's like, everyone and everything around me is so beautiful and that's the thing; it's the things around me. It's not the things I am, or the things I say or do; it's everybody else, and all I can do is sit back and speculate.
I'm just so tired of looking.
Have you ever felt that everything people say is a lie? And that the people that say they care really would choose themselves over you? Yeah, well, it's true.
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i'd never choose myself over you
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