I let myself believe this was possible.
That it was,in fact,already happening.
But I'm not going to fret over the stupidity of believing.
Wouldn't that just be a waste of psychic energy?
Another excuse to engage in an endless cycle of negativity?
Experts in the field of human behaviour,
would agree that my will to believe was not a sign of stupidity.
Experts would agree that my will to believe was a sure sign of INSANITY.
...&It was that wretched,misguiding,leechlike parasite called hope.
rather depressed nowadays.i really duno whards rong with me.maybe exam pressure.but i dun tink so.im jus feelin so darn insecure.so damn disconnected.so....isolated.alone.abandoned.like no one gives a f*ck bout whard i feel in thix wurld.en yeas.no one truely does.none of my friens kare.yeas.people are rumourin bout me nowadays.speakin of the way i am.liek..whardever.a wierd thot jush came into my mind today.all orf a sudden,i feel a desire to go baq to last yr.yeas.last yr.i duno why.everything seemed great except for him,dhat lil tiny flaw.burt besides dhat,i've gort my friens arnd me,showing dhat they do kare.arghs.whardever.im too delusional.sci was wow.geog was like shiit.eng ish...dottish.now chinis time.im nort gona tink orf anything.the wurld dun kare,i dun kare either.im jush gona bi hu i wanna bi okayes.yupps`peace.
&I thought...Nevermind.