Go Oscillate yourself.

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For a while now I found out that I‘m a walking contradiction.

I‘m sweet yet vicious.

Kind yet cruel.

Giving yet demanding.

Yielding yet dominant.

Pleased yet angry.

Peaceful yet aggressive.

Loving yet hateful.

Creative yet numbed.

Alive yet rigid.

Wanting yet inactive.

Fun- loving  yet apathic.

I‘m ambivalent.

A person who wants to be with me, even just around me has to oscillate between these states at the same speed and frequency as me. But is this even possible? 

See, I hate the person who sees me type oscillate and may not fully understand it and not look it up. But equally the person who looks up every fucking words until he knows but forgets to understand.

I hate the person who loves every songs and knows every word of every lyrics. But equally the person who shrugs away million hours of great music because it doesn‘t fit the pigeonhole he decided to appreciate.

But then, how amazing to know what you want and don‘t want?

But how fucking annoying not trying to look beyond your likes and dislikes.


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