I want to be a nonexistent being, carefully commend, so as to not harm, them or myself.
Foxily marvel at the majestic people.
With their love I shall grow, only as immense imagination.
Otherwise I can’t, I can’t save you from the damage I might cause.
And I can’t, I can’t apologize.
Because I might not care, at all.
“Death is a natural part of life. Rejoice for those around you who transform into the Force. Mourn them do not. Miss them do not. Attachment leads to jealousy. The shadow of greed that is. Train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose.”
-Master Yoda, after reading the end part of the quote in one of my friend’s tweet.
I want to be happy. Not ended up being heartless.
Are you sure?
In your face, lofty bitch.
I want to shut my ears of things I don’t want to hear. Act blind of things I don’t want to see.
Not that I prefer being lied to.
It’s just everyday I’m getting more and more afraid of almost anything.