Lets Be Alone Together

You don’t even post about us on your Instagram.

Twenty seven. You’re matured enough to accept whatever the realities may or may not give, at least. It is a crucial advantage to be in this age, for you have the undeniable duty in protecting yourself from unhealthy sadness. You may have been strong enough to withstand unreasonable uncertainties in life, which then resulted to extrapolation of unlikable circumstances. Some people you love give up on you, they really do, but you don’t just give up on yourself. Don’t you just do that, really. It’s not their problem asking whatever things you do or whatever places you go to or how productive you are within the day. Whatever, what, where, how, why. Whatever. They became fickle, undeserving, unattractive, or at least not inclined, for their presence was only an illusion one does not need any explanation in order to make sense of it, and to make things worth fighting for. Common sense is the go-to-relief when it comes to uncertainties like that of a subtle infatuation. You sometimes tend to frown when you fail to get things right, or maybe to please people, especially those that you expect favorable responses from. You don’t really have to. You may or may not need them, but at some point in life your illusion will fade away, and you have to accept that it’s part of the entire process. You have to accept that you’re only a human, but above all, you have the real duty to finally do things the way they should.