Isn’t it strange, where life can take us?
People will either like you or they won’t, and that’s okay. Learn to like yourself instead.
My people asked for rice, but got shot in the neck.
You are not defined by the number of people who like you.
I cheated with you.
You were a douchebag but thanks
for setting me free.
It’s insane. You’re in a constant tug-of-war between wanting people to approve of you and wanting to not give a fuck to be healthy for yourself.
I put daydreams in your eyes and in turn you show me seawater and nebulae.
So there you are. The man who will die for my sins before I have even committed them.
What’s wrong with me?
What am I doing?
Am I not good enough for anybody?