I am starting to hate this word called "context". Context my ass. Everything has context. I am denied of everything because of these "contexts". Context my ass.
Before I headed for my semi-usual Wushu training, I thought to myself, "It's time to live once again." I now know what type of living I should have. I am going back to the "me" in high school and the first years of college.
While training a while ago, I "had" to smile. But with each smile, I stooped down, wiped my face off, and rose up with a "dead" face. Each time I "wiped" a smile off my face, I loved it.
Bye, guys. Thanks for everything. I'm heading for a past which denied me happiness. Since I'm not getting any now anyway. I hope you can forgive me if I just greet you with a shitface.
I may or may not be permanently this way. But I will still try and see. I don't know. No one cares, why should I? I want to give it a chance. But I have given everything chances, multiple chances, ever since I "wanted" to be happy. But I don't think anybody ever gave me a chance aside from Him. This may or may not be a farewell. I don't know. Don't wish for anything. Just wait. Nobody cares anyway. Farewell, shit-world.
A hypocritic mask works well in this world, so that's what I think I'll use. ^_^ It's just so fun to be sarcastic.
