I am insensitive my friend, I am. I had always wanted myself that way. I molded myself for your sake and for my sake. I can't waste a life on broken dreams.I can't see a future where I spend time for people lost, love lost and for all the times I got hurt.
I want to see a life beyond mediocrity, which we planned together-a life where our dreams take wings and fly so far that we get lost in the euphoria. I want to weave it in such a way as to fulfill every wish of yours. And without you being around? I want to be everything you wanted me to be. Huh, what a useless life? What a senseless ambition?
I want to be everything you wanted me to be. I am still yours, without wanting you. I try to show I am selfish, that I live for myself and for none. I convince myself that I left you for my convenience. I live in a life of lies. My happiness is itself a farce. It is nothing but a mask to hide my inner self. There's a lot missing there. But let it be that way. Because I rejoice in a comfortable ecstasy there. I enjoy the feeling of believing that I can't get hurt. That I can control my heart.
And so my friend, I apologize for being insensitive. I apologize for the inconvenience I created. I hope you can forgive me one day.
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