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Hi for those who just happen to see this.

This is a blog I made, to express a few thoughts.

I know life is hard especially nowadays.

Life isn’t going to be how it was like before.

When you’ve got no one to tell all your problems to or what you’re feeling.

Sometimes writing helps.

I think of this as a journal but maybe a little something that might help others.

Some might be here to relate from these thoughts that float in my head

Or some might be here reading this in search of entertainment.

I’m no good writer but I try.

Hopefully this blog is full of deep thoughts, weird thoughts, relatable thoughts.

If not just anything random.

If you’re interested please keep reading.

Life treats us all differently

Some are blessed

Some are fucked

The sad thing is

Sometimes what happens most to you seems to be meant for you

For example, you're the fucked up kind

If you're fucked up a lot

Even if one day you're all butterflies and rainbows

You'll still get a fucked up day

Life doesnt tell you the time nor the day your luck changes

It just does

Its just a bit sad to know when you're so happy and think the day is gonna end so happy

Sike life slaps you a fucked up kiss on the forehead

You try so hard to keep happy or to stay positive and enjoy your day but honey sometimes life is just unfair to us

We want to be happy but life doesnt

Kind of a free trial thing

You try happinessbthen go back to getting all wimpy or sad

Despite being that way, you kind of appreciate happiness more

The more times you get even if its so little by a minute or even a second

You'd still appreciate it and accept your fate

Maybe life has been trying to teach us that

Appreciate the good things in life

Because the good things that happen a lot to others

Happen so rare to some.

Yeah, yeah all of you probably heard the saying how love sucks like shit.

Well, honey, it is. 

One second you’re in love and the next your crying your eyeballs to swell to the size of a tennis ball.

Love is more about luck, to be honest.

The harsh reality is that we don’t always get what we want.

Be it the cute boy next door or the sweet guy you desperately need to care for your overdramatic crying ass.

Other than playing your cards right you have to think about how luck plays an important role to love.

You’ve got to have the luck that’s big as the size of winning the lottery kind of luck to achieve love that others consider perfect.

Although that’s just a rare case, the most common and more realistic would be having the luck that gets you a guy that isn’t handsome, maybe broke, maybe a bitch too or an arrogant schmuck.

But other than his flaws he’s actually the perfect guy for you.

After you get the guy, next is playing the right cards to impress him or even to keep him interested in you.

That part is a bitch.

Because you can get so wrapped up on the fact that you were trying to impress a guy that you lose yourself.

And that can be a real bitch.

Next is when you really get the guy.

This part you can get a breather.

You can relax knowing some idiot has fallen for you.

Fortunately for you, he’s your idiot now.

In the long run, you’re going to face a lot of hardships and argue a lot.

Hell, you two might just get into the debate club just because you fought about where to eat.

Might I suggest Mcdonald’s, they cheap but still have good food.

Anyways, with all the fighting you start asking why you fell for the idiot and think about breaking it off.

While you’re thinking of ditching his ass you could also be the one who’s a crying mess thinking how the idiot realizes he’s an idiot for falling in love with you and dating you, thus deciding he wants to ditch your ass.

You could be three things, the one who argues why you the idiot is leaving you, begging the idiot not to ditch you and last, yet sadly, the one who accepts it and lets the idiot go.

When you do let the idiot go, you’ll start to think that maybe it was for the best.

Start doubting yourself.

Start the insecurity.

Start the silent heartbreak.

For me, that’s the most painful one yet.

You’ll begin to have thoughts on how he’ll be happy without you.

Might become a less of an idiot too.

“There’s always a next time.”

That line. 

That line right there.

One single line and the entire cycle repeats itself.

Love sucks cause if you don’t have the luck, the right cards, the right decision and the motivation to keep it going.

Love can be a bitch.

Though never fear.

People change.

You can change.

We all can change.

Bitches change, so the way we tackle love can probably change too.

Even if you fail the first or this time.

Get it right again.

Or if you really love the idiot you have right now but are going through a rough patch.

Win him back.

You got him the first time, who says you can’t do it again right?

So to conclude.

Love is a joy, a sorrow, a trial and most importantly---