Sometimes words of wisdom can come from the least expected places and people. They can come from that homeless guy you see sitting by the side of the street, from graffiti in the bathroom stalls, from that one person you met in class and talked to once or twice, from a complete stranger who do not know you. Thank you for enlightening me.
This time you say you believe me. This time, I say I believe it too. This time, maybe it's for real. Yet for some reason it's like a boomerang, no matter how far I toss it, it just keeps on coming back and hitting me in the eye. But each time, it hurts a little less. Maybe, just maybe, like a boomerang, I have to throw it INCORRECTLY, so that it'll never come back. Sometimes certain things really bring out the worst in me, and I absolutely hate it. I'm working on it.
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