is pessimism my nemesis or is realism to my advantage?
i cant decide.

it's wonderful in a warped way how you hold tight and savour every moment with something when you are certain that one day it's going to be taken away from you.
because you have now taught yourself what cherishing is, yet you reaffirm to yourself how everything is ephemeral.
gives an addtional meaning to the term bittersweet.

it's like how you are walking along a road, with the end nowhere in sight, yet you know (whether you want to delude yourself or not) that the end exists.
so meanwhile, you stroll along and marvel at the sights, hand in hand with the person next to you, stopping for sweet kisses, hugs ets.

how hopelessly romantic.

yet deep down, it's unspoken that at the end, you 2 will go probably go separate ways.

how hopelessly cynical.

romantic cynicism. is there even such a thing? or is it just another irritating oxymoron.

knnbccb.

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