Sheeeyt. Everything is shit.

“I am in love with a boy manufactured to destroy.
So, I shall unravel my love, like an old red woollen glove.”

I still feel like there are things that doesn’t quite add up though. But I am tired of fighting this because it’s like fighting the current. There will be more answers some day perhaps. But I guess, if it’s so complicated, I don’t want to be a part of it. I don’t want to be tangled in this drama I didn’t sign up for.

Just resume, and do me, as much as I can.
I still want to punch hard.

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