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Discoloration; You act like insanity is catching.

Anti

I've been lying. All along, all this while. A lie. A big one. A fat one. A white one.

To myself. To me. To everyone to all around me. Lies, all they've been. Just plain lies. Lies no one knew was the truth. The truth that, it's been me. All along it's been me all along. All this while it's been me. About me. No one saw it.


I like being alone. I honestly think there isn't anything wrong with that. None whatsoever. In fact, I think it's beautiful. It's serene. It's calm

People, people spoil everything. Peace, tranquility, hope, belief, everything.
They're everywhere. Everywhere. Every fucking place they're there. Their presence ticks me off cause, people are nosy, people are bossy, people are irritating. They spoil everything I love and hate. Everything. You can't have a peaceful night with them snooping around cause, people want to know everything. They have so many questions, so many queries. Never has there been someone I know that has not bothered about me, about who I am, about what I do, about where I'm from. They need to know every detail about every happening. They need to know every information that eludes that big mind of theirs. They feel like they're on some mission to fulfill a burning desire, a quest of sorts, for knowledge. It's empowering for them to know every single thing that's happening around. They have absolutely no business in it, no involvement at all, but it burns, it burns so much that they have to know about everything. Every thing. Every fucking thing. Everything, that's nothing. That's full of it. That's full of shit. Nothing

It's annoying. It's so fucking annoying I hate it I absolutely do. I despise that fucking attitude, that personality, that "instinct" in all of them. I hate it. I hate it all. I hate them. I hate them all.


I wanna slump, I just want to. Cause,

Tonight, I don't care. I just don't give a damn, I don't give a fuck. So fuck ya'll, all of ya'll.
Fuck you. You, yes you, you. No you, not you. You.