Lucy in the sky with diamonds.

i have come to deduced (maybe a little belatedly) that beauty is relative. you could find someone absolutely horrendous-looking when every single thing that person does manages to piss you off just because you dislike that person. but you could also find that someone rather good or okay looking when the both of you are able to hold a proper conversation without you feeling the urge to cut that person's throat. it applies for many other things too. i guess we're just born hypocrites that way.

and try to convince everyone that you're this broken piece of a being.
nothing matters now only because you choose to let things be.
few years back i met this different person who believed the stars would always rise again,  
but now all i see is this empty being who doesn't see the need anymore.
because you let yourself bleed dry.

1. i feel like ripping out my uterus. now.

2. i miss so many people.

i don't know you.
i never knew you.

chance, chaos, coincidence.