Some things are meant to be, others are not.
Sometimes you feel like it should be meant to be, when it isn't, some others you think it isn't, that everything is against it, and yet, it is.
Strangely we always come to standard conclusions, things are left unsaid, we stop thinking things over, trying to cover up the fact that we are all incredibly screwed and there's nothing, seriously nothing left for us to do but to lay back and contemplate our shitty reality (which is our own, so don't try to get out of it).
I never hesitate to report a feeling, or banter about things that are simply not well, say things just to get them off my chest, freeing my head, and heart, from the pressure that constantly builds under the pump.
Some people do not like outbursts.
Some people don't want to hear/read/see you say everything you think or feel, or breathe out loud. I don't care.
If there is something I am definitely proud of is my ability to explode.
I will never ever ever ever ever (eva eva eva eva) become one of those inexplicably numb, idiotic puppets that draw a smile on their faces with a permanent marker, without noticing that even permanent markers smudge...
I will not end up looking like a melting clown, whose only objective in life is to be liked, be normal, be politically correct, socially accepted.
Fuck that.
I wanna be free.
I want my mind, heart and soul to be free with me.
Cause this is who I am, who I always will be.
And if you don't wanna deal with me...move on move out and up up and away (cause I don't need complications)
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