Over time I had forgotten if every type of grey I saw had the same shade. Was the same colour. And it seemed like it.
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I had probably tried being someone I never could.
It's not like I never had any friends at university.
There was just this main issue that the one-room flat I lived in was too hard to get out of.
And frankly, no one cares if you don't make them care.
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When you're too caught up with your own directions, how are you supposed to follow any other ones?
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In the first semester, I got to know people. And they, again, got to know other people. While I couldn't muster up the courage to do that. Or maybe it was just a simple lack of effort. To take the extra step.
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I settled after just a few because that was what I used to.
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All of the few who moved on eventually – they aren't terrible people.
Life just..., moves.
And I stopped.
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Sometimes I woke up at night and didn't feel at home in my apartment anymore. And I resent those people for it. For not caring, for not showing up. For not helping me lead this new life.
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And I knew it was bullshit.
I made strangers out of them.
Maybe I was just another terrible person.
A stranger to myself.
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Over time I noticed that all the colours blended into one. And it wasn't just a colour, it was a shape. It was a sound, a rhythm.
Everything had become bland, all the same.
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Everything had become monochrome.
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And I stopped again.
Losing all directions.
Ending up here.
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Maybe I couldn't stop there yet.
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I just didn't feel like I had been punished enough.
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What do the stars feel when they look at Us?
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