Life's treating me like a pauper, but that's just reality. I get clay and I'm supposed to mold it into a pot to hold water in for the thirsty. Life throws me a grain of rice and I am to somehow, magically turn it into A million bowls of rice for the hungry. I enter this world alone and I'm to find an other to ease my loneliness and vice versa.
But still life goes on, in its fucked up ways.
The hungry starve and the lonely become outcastes.
It's wasteful spending the rest of reality complaining. 'Cause that's just life and we're all living in a fucked up world.
And the world goes on.
A place everyone is judged by their faces. A place where everyone could easily feel lost in a crowd. And no matter how hard you try to differentiate yourself from others, you're all the same. WE are all the same. Each individual person, even with their own insecurities, rank themselves higher than the individuals they find with more plain traits. Either way, she thinks she is prettier than her, who thinks she is prettier than her, who thinks she is prettier than the girl who thinks she is the prettiest.
That's just what's so wrong. There is no such thing as perfect or imperfect.
No one will ever be the worst, or the best. Competition is just for the cocky, but there really is no point.
Why were we created in such a fucked up way?
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