I began to refuse myself from understanding people just because people get so predictable. Sometimes, I choose to stop deciphering things and silence my thoughts. When I’m with you, I just feel like escaping because I know — you were never there. The real problem is you never want to try enough, you never did, you gave up just at the thought of it, you were too uncertain of things to even give it a try. You have problem prioritizing things, just because you have no hope in everything. What’s thrilling is that I find myself an exact replica of you.
i’m so fucked.
