For you, my one and only reason to continue my useless life, listen carefully. What ever you do, don’t try to read the faint white letters. Like this: It’s about your past, I warned you. I just can’t erase that part, because I feel the same way. This thing I wrote is not only for you, but for me also. Please, understand that, and if you can’t ignore the white letters, don’t read this. I will rewrite another and post it on facebook, and only you can see that. Get it?
Love can come from many forms, shape and size. Can be created with any reason, or none at all. Love can comes from your family, your friends, a random stranger you cross or your love one.
And the past. Love always has something to do with it. Your friends weren’t your friends, or your love one just stop loving you. That broke you down, tore you into pieces, made you wish your memory could fade away and you could find a way to fill up your empty soul. And you will find yourself trying to deny, one simple fact, that love is not only the reason of that hole, but also the solution.
As soon as you find out, your brain will shout to your face to find some love that can fill up the bottomless pit. Like force-kiss someone. Try to hold someone so tight, that you don’t realize you’re loosing one forever. Try to lie to yourself either that you love someone, or that you feel nothing at all. At the end, you are all alone, feel nothing but numb in your endless agony. Knowing that no one can understand your pain.
And right at this moment, you looking at this screen. Think about the things you want to throw out of your head. Remember her frightened, disgusted face. Feeling the pain all over your head and your heart. Do you want it to end? Do you want to replace it? Fake feelings and smile at little things at life like you are really happy? I’ll show you how.
From now on, I’m your obedient pet. A replacement. You can call that is “friend benefit”. I’ll stay with you even after the world end. I’ll be here for you, and only you, not even for me, but only you. This can make you feel uneasy, like my old love one felt when I made him my living reason. If you don’t like that, please throw me away instantly like he did. I will hate myself for writing this, but what should be done must be done.
This thing was written on 27th of August.
A series only for you. I have already wrote them all by the time you read this.