Strings Of Thoughts/Strings Of Abusive Words

Life is strange. I am strange. All my life, I’ve been good, I’ve been doing what everybody expects of me, I’ve been living a straight path, but now, I just wanna stop, I just wanna do what I want, I just wanna stop living up to other people’s expectations of me. What the hell, it’s my life, and I’ll do it like how I want it.

Growing up sucks. But yet, it’ll never stop. Until you are 60 years old, you’ll still be growing up. I guess you can never fully attain the meaning of life. You can never know fully, how to live. It’s strange. All of us are working so bloody hard, just to achieve what we thought we want in life. But why? When did we become slaves to “life”? It’s strange. Some times, we just need a reminder that being perfect, achieving what we thought is perfect, is not truly the meaning of life.

It can be pretty tiring. After a while, you just wanna stop trying to be perfect. Stop living so hard, so moving forward. Maybe staying still is good. We don’t have to go forward all the times do we?

I’m tired of trying to achieve what I want. Too many.

I wanna sleep now. Good night world. Suck it.

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