Loser

Sometimes I'm just tired of always losing the fight, of always being the loser. No matter how hard I try, how far I go, I will always be behind. And I can try to spend my life pretending I'm not competing, but I'm already in. One doesn't choose to fight. Everyone is born in the game. And, apparently it's a game I'll never win.
And I'm just tired. Just tired of being left behind. But there's no other place to me.
How naive it was to believe this connections. Naive to think we whished each others well. Our eventuallies always come first. There are no loyal allies, only temporary partners, momentary abusers. The quicker you learn, the smaller the fall.

01 de março de 2014