I hate being right. Why do I have to be curious in everything all the time? Then once I know the answer that I always knew within myself to be true but I'm just to ignorant to admit it because I want to prove to myself that I'm wrong but then the results are as what as I expected it to be and I just hate myself for that. I just hate it. Lost in translation, don't you? I will be surprised if you don't because I am. I don't know how to explain it. There are no words to describe what I am feeling right now.
It's like this, when you planning to watch a movie that you just got a hunch going to suck so bad but you just go with it because you want to prove to yourself wrong but then...
BAM!
You were right, it was sucks. It sucks so bad even Dumbledore himself won't watch your memory of it in the Pensieve.
You bought a video game that you know its going to flunked but you just bought it anyways because you thought it can fill your loneliness in your life but then...
BAM!
You were right all along. It sucks so bad that you threw in the garbage so that your friends won't find out that you bought it that game.
Then why you did you do it? Why did you went with it? Why???? I guess you just need to know right? To find contentment in yourself that you were right. Then once you acknowledged it, it hurts like hell. It fucking hurts.
Human minds are very complex for us to understand it. Even for us human, the only species that have it, can't figure out how our minds work. Not entirely. Well, I'm going to meet a girl now, but something tells me that she is not single. Please, please God, let me be wrong in this one just for once. These are my rants. Peace out. Assalamualaikum.
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