Deja Vu
It's really a Deja Vu feeling. Well not really, oh it's nostalgic instead.
I still remember how will I screw my own thoughts up in the past when these type of things happen. It shouldn't, but it did.
It should have been this way, but it went that way. It will never go the way that you see it to be. Of course. You can't, because the only thing that can go the way that you want it to go, is your own body. Not others. Still remember last time how awkward and messed up it was.
It is still haunting me. This problem will forever haunt me I guess.
But I'm becoming restrictive. Very restrictive.
Fuck it, I don't know what to do, and I shall SC2. (As usual, gaming my thoughts off, running away from the problem)
I still remember how will I screw my own thoughts up in the past when these type of things happen. It shouldn't, but it did.
It should have been this way, but it went that way. It will never go the way that you see it to be. Of course. You can't, because the only thing that can go the way that you want it to go, is your own body. Not others. Still remember last time how awkward and messed up it was.
It is still haunting me. This problem will forever haunt me I guess.
But I'm becoming restrictive. Very restrictive.
Fuck it, I don't know what to do, and I shall SC2. (As usual, gaming my thoughts off, running away from the problem)
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