I've been telling myself, I should have known better. Like a child who did not learn from a past mistake, one will stay punished. If not punished, will be punished for wrong decisions.
I wonder why if I ever liked my own story to be so melodramatic if there's an option to make it happy. But everytime I try to get a dose of happiness, I just seem to be choking on it, keep asking myself if I made my self critical on everything.
They say, life's too short to be critical with happenings, then you choose the person you love with all your might but in the end, it's not the ultimate happiness. How come happiness roots from doing things you really wanted to do but it seems ironic at all.
I asked myself if I really deserve to have some cardiac attacks everytime.
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