I've been in a really party pooper mood the past few days. Maybe its the study break atmosphere around me, but it feels more like a sick feeling building up in my gut.
Just last night, i was lying in bed and thinking, why is it so weird for me to just be happy everyday? why is it that i would "pick on something to be angry with"? (i hear this too often) Am i abnormally sadistic?!
Why do we always believe our worst reviews when it comes to love and life? Is it because i'm accustomed to being betrayed and hurt that i always expect things to go downhill when they get a little better? At the back of my head i know that each situation/relationship is different, but i can't get the thought that is lingering in my thoughts to go away.
Am i gonna be the one that destroys everything instead?
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