When life lose its color and you can't taste happiness anymore... What do you do?
I know, get treatment, get better.
But in the meantime? When you're all alone, dark thoughts, no one to hold on to...
How is it possible to survive?
I admire people who love life.
Living is so hard, so unfair, so treacherous, so hurting...
What's the purpose?
Maybe this is it. The lesson.
Don't ever trust people.
Don't ever put your hopes onto something that you can't control.
Don't go dreaming of the future.
The present is fucked up and if it isn't, can be fucked up at any minute.
Don't expect certain behaviors from people. You never really know them.
Don't think you know someone. Don't think you know yourself.
Kill the little girl and her childish dreams.
There are not enchanted princes.
There are not magic romances.
Love is not what you think it is.
Don't be foolish.
Don't be soft.
Put on your hard cover.
Protect yourself.
Expect less.
Trust less.
Hurt less.
I can't change the past and I can't change the broken feelings.
I actually can't do anything right now except whine and cry all this mess that's inside my head.
Maybe someday you'll be ready to give me what I need.
Maybe I won't need it anymore.
That's the sad part.
I know, get treatment, get better.
But in the meantime? When you're all alone, dark thoughts, no one to hold on to...
How is it possible to survive?
I admire people who love life.
Living is so hard, so unfair, so treacherous, so hurting...
What's the purpose?
Maybe this is it. The lesson.
Don't ever trust people.
Don't ever put your hopes onto something that you can't control.
Don't go dreaming of the future.
The present is fucked up and if it isn't, can be fucked up at any minute.
Don't expect certain behaviors from people. You never really know them.
Don't think you know someone. Don't think you know yourself.
Kill the little girl and her childish dreams.
There are not enchanted princes.
There are not magic romances.
Love is not what you think it is.
Don't be foolish.
Don't be soft.
Put on your hard cover.
Protect yourself.
Expect less.
Trust less.
Hurt less.
I can't change the past and I can't change the broken feelings.
I actually can't do anything right now except whine and cry all this mess that's inside my head.
Maybe someday you'll be ready to give me what I need.
Maybe I won't need it anymore.
That's the sad part.
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