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You and I, along with everyone else who knows me the slightest bit will doubt it too. What are the odds? What are the chances?
"This" can be easily dismissed as just one of those 'lapses' that I get once in a while. One of those days when I feel more optimistic and actually make-believe in utopia. I mean seriously. This is not normal. This is just too weird. And I do not trust my self enough yet to really say that I'd settle and make this one work smoothly.
Perfect is boring. It does not work for me the way it would for most people. And yes, I do doubt perfection, because nothing can be that good... right? it just seems so wrong...so fake. Too supperficial.
This is like having faith on something that is not tangible. It doesn't really physically exist. But you make yourself hang on to it. But nothing can assure you of anything.
Just as you said, maybe it isn't how I see it. Maybe I'm idealizing something that would be the epitome of what I wanted...or something to that line. Or maybe I'm just talking weird right now. I dont know. I really dont. Who does? What the fuck? I'm retarded.
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I'm mean. I'm shallow. I'm judgemental.