People don't mind, because their life is soo adorable, they have something to do and something to talk about. I call it as beautiful distractions, apart from living depressions, pain and everything that comes out from over-thinking. About effing details about random anything at random time.
And yet, you keep thinking of having those beautiful distractions makes you a better person. You think that your life is soo beautiful, with responsibility, and you think you're ready. And you let everything back there as it be.
Ready to knock down everyone you know, with your absolute Ace and motherfucking excuses,
"I have a life, excuse me"
So, knock the door and smile. So i can give a clearer picture about what i feel about ya.
A one nice single-handed middle finger. With gloves, upon request.
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