A gust of wind touch the check of a man,he feels the soft wind caress him as he walk through a busy road on the sidewalk.
I've been thinking.
Where do I want to go?
Is it to visit my favourite restaurant that already preparing my food the second they see me outside of their door?
Probably.
But I'm not hungry.
Maybe next time.
I walked and walked and walked.
But I still feels confuse.
Where do I want to go?
I promise myself to enjoy today.
But how do I enjoy it exactly?
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Ahh I know, if I can play with a rock on the road, it will distract me long enough that I will feel satisfied.
I searched for a rock, possibly a small and almost circle so it's fun to kick and keep distracting me.
Thud, thud, thud.
Kick after kick. The rock roll in front of me, the side
Until I realized something.
I don't know how to be happy at all.
Everyday, I only hide my emotions from everyone, putting up a show.
I'm ugly.
And I want everything to be ugly too.
Every time the rock skip away as I kick it.
Intense emotion surge on me.
...hate
HatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehateHatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehateHatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatshatehatehatehatehatehatehatehate.
I HATE.
I HATE.
I HATE.
I WANT TO END EVERYTHING.
FAKEFAKEFAKEFAKEFAKEFAKEFAKE.
EVERYTHING IS FUCKING FAKE.
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After this burst. Everything feels numb.
And the cycle will continue.
I let out a burst, it grew dimmer again.
Again and again and again and again.
If only there's something that can give me the answer.
To stop this.
To stop this fake world.
But whatever, I will grow old and died.
At least I don't have to put up any act.
Eternal rest ir next life.
It will be none of my business anymore.