• 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.

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