Mmmmm Oh My God, Stop Fucking Lying ~

♪ mmmmm oh my god, stop fucking lying ~ ♪

Everytime I read a Drarry fic and someone addresses Harry’s Obsession of Draco. This amazing song starts playing in my head lol [x] // Please do not repost nor remove captions

Humans and it's f*ck up emotions, that I hold dearly.

I am anxious, oh yes, I am.

New school, you know.

New people, new things that I, need, should know.

Don't mistake me, I am not a very nervous person ( I am, but that is what are masks for, right? Show them a lie they like, so they don't know the true.) Or so I told myself.

I don't even know why I am like this! Am I afraid of the rejection? That if I do something wrong I am out? That maybe I am going to be incapable of follow theier level? And nothing can change that? Am I afraid that... I won't be enough??

I think I already the answer. Oh yes. Yes, I do.

I should have guessed already, shoudnt I?

I really am human, huh? Oh well I had some hope. But even then, it only makes sense, doesn't it?

You can't escape from what you are.

I am just happy that I'm not a clown fish, I don't make good jokes.

Hiding in assassins creed is like breathing.

After a time you don't even notice you are doing it. And if you can't you panic. And it is one of the reasons you are still alive.

i dont play assassins creed, but is this like the entire plotline or something??

A Perfect Recall, Is Too Perfect For Me.

But, oh, So Tempting.

I wish I had a perfect memory. Everything would be much easier. I already have a good memory, I know that much. But, oh, how much I wish I could remember how everything was.

Today was a good day, as was yesterday, as was some days before that. But, I know from experience, that won't last. In little time I will forget the calm days I have passed. And the only memories I would have... well, in less words, the only memories I would really remember, would be the strongest. Where there was pain. Where there was a change.

The calm days, like today was, would be nothing but little specs of sentiments, of the big picture they once were. But I guess that is okay. I can't be perfect, can I? Well... not much can be said or done about this forgetful problem, hmm? I can only appreciate it now.

But it's okay. I may not remember what happened exactly, but I know what I felt.

(it's so little, that I know, that I actually remember. But, oh dear me, don't worry, one calm memory may not show the fellings as strong as it use to. But I guess I have enough calm memories for that issue.)

But it is certainly a shame. Such a good day I had today.

A hopeless race.

It's a universal true. Time pass and it goes on and on and on. Never stopping. Never delaying. Always on the same pace. Like a heartbeats. But unchanging, uncaring and unstoppable.

And we, humans, can't help but follow. We try to keep up with time. Our hearts beats, and ours lungs contract and relax. Trying to keep the rhyme. One foot after the other, or so they say.

But it's impossible. And it will always be. Time never stops. But we do. Our heart gets weaker while trying to keep us alive. Ours lungs fail every couple seconds. And the steady walk is suddenly not so steady as it first appear. Our body feel heavier and heavier, until we are not sure our spine and knees can keep us from the ground.

We try and try keep up with time. But unlike it. We are not eternal. We are not endless. It will always be a race with time. But it will always be a race that we cannot win.

We can try as much as we want. But at the end. We are still just humans with time limits.