Words are cheap, make your life clean

“You are it for me, the one and only for me. My other half.”

“I love you more than anything in this world.”

“I will never stop loving you.”

“I wanna grow old and grey with you.”

So romantic, huh? Who believes all these? Come on, don’t be shy, raise your hand. I see five hands in the air, oh! ten…thirty…fifty! All I can say is, been there, done that uh huh.

Now, who here has been deceived by sweet sugary diabetic words? *raises hand*

Never a dull moment in life. People come and go. Moments passed. Seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years passed and there’s always something lurking in the corner of the street, waiting to jump at you. Life’s a bitch indeed.

It is true, physical wounds can be healed, but wounds caused by words? Worst case scenario is it’s incurable. Ta-da! How many times in life you have been promised things but ended up with nothing but heartache? It’s so frickin overrated. Mom and Dad made empty promises, friends talked bullshit, BFFs flaked out, and got jilted by lovers. Not a new story.

This post is not meant to offer solutions, words of comfort or whatsoever. This is a bitter truth talk. Focus on doing what you love, what you want to accomplish in life, you are your own pilot, other people are just passersby. After all the lies, you should know better than to lean on other people. No matter how close you are with someone/some people, no matter how much you trust them, NEVER, EVER give away yourself 100%. You gotta reserve some part of yourself for yourself. Ok I’m out. xD buh-bye.

“WORDS ARE CHEAP, MAKE YOUR LIFE CLEAN!”

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