- i gave this theory a lot of thought, like a whole minute, and here's my point: i'm a grass pokemon. whenever bad things happen to me, they're fire. this means that bad things knock me down so bad that i can't barely think straight. all i can think of is get distant from people, pretending we never met or as if they didn't exist. when my friends say meaningful and beautiful things to me, like i love you, or tell me pretty things and try to help me as much as they can, when they fight my bad moods with their adorable, lovely ways; it's water. i mean is so sad and i know it's sad, i wish it wasn't like that too. in a nutshell, bad things make me feel really bad, and i'm such an asshole that i can't appreciate the good thoughts and adorable people that i had the opportunity to keep in touch with and i did hold on tight.
- sometimes i remember when i was a little kid, at the very last day of primary school. there was this tree house, so tall, and i had always been afraid of heights. last day, i was there, standing up there at the tree house. i was staring at the ground, wondering if i would finally do it. so all of my friends from primary that were there, came to me and encouraged me to climb it down. everyone came. but guess what, i didn't. now this tree house probably doesn't even exists any more. i never climbed down.
apr 8 2017 ∞
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