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Girl:
I see.
I feel.
I walk.
I lived.
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disliking ppl is becoming a bad habit of mine. one tt is becoming an addiction.
with each person i dislike, there are 3 more whom i dislike even further. n the cycle goes to the extent of me mending all the old just cos i m tired of the new.
but tt is not to say tt all the new are rotten, there r still nice ones no doubt. just tt many of the new, n pretty new, are getting on me.
n the more i use my xray eyes, the more my nerves sore at the sight of the fakes n beams at the genuine.
sceptical me.
happy me.
ironical.
♥ 5:30 PM