Dead

Yesterday I died.

Today I'm a walking dead.

And then came Gorgeous eyes

Forces of fate may have had a play in this, because when you reach a certain point in life where all humans are your least favorite creatures and earth is simply no longer to be borne, suddenly comes a certain person, who can change that feeling and gives you a little appetite. A certain longing for tomorrow. Ordinary as he might seem to most or extraordinary to others,for me he's exceptionally good, talented, witty, weird and perfectly "cold."He doesn't know it, because like I always tell him "you don't care, you don't give a shit, but you do give me such positive vibes". Not to sound selfish, but he, in all that imperfectly wrapped up attitude, gives me a purpose. However, because I am always scared of myself, for being inconsistent with the world and for always deceiving myself, I hope this friendship lasts for longer; I need it. I believe I'm prepared to do anything to see this person happy and smiling.After all, that's apparently my main purpose in this world, to make people happy so it can reflect on me and then I might get a splash of that same happiness. Apparently , in my forever psychotic state of mind, I choose to be miserable and will only understand happiness through people and not me. Cheers to people with admirably positive vibes and bless them for lifting us, miserable creatures from the abyss without being aware of it. A special thank you indeed. xx