What happens when things seemed too good to be true?
Is it a norm to give myself an excuse to find fault in it? The indifference between us that make things fail.
"oh I can't accept this"
"I'm not into this"
There's always a fear in me. An instinct asking me to stay away but part of me doesn't want to.
Good things doesn't happen to me. At least I don't believe so. When it does, it always ends up in disaster.
I tend to self-ruined things.
I don't know what will I be doing next.
It's drivin me crayzeeeeeee!!
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