You switch moods like a chameleon, hoping they will be able to see beneath the shape-shifting. Only to find that they're all too busy covering up their changing colours themselves.
You think the world owes you something for being who you are, only to discover that the world doesn't really care.
You believe that all existence is about procreation, and then cry your heart out over infidelities.
You depend on so many things to make yourself happy, only to realise that at some point it's all bound to leave you, all alone.
You knock on a door, expecting someone on the other side to greet you with open arms. Only, the arms are busy holding somebody else.
You trust yourself on being a strong believer of many things, only to find out that the heavens are merciless to those who believe they can write their own fate.
You keep wondering how to get out of this impenetrable pit of self-pity, only to learn that all it takes is will power to get over it.
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