Killshot.

A killshot. What do you know from the word "killshot" ? Many would definitely associate the word with a favourite game of theirs, some might even associate it with guns and bullets. The way I associate it (the way a retard associates it) is that its a cold shot, piercing the muscles of the one thing that beats to make you live. This cold shot doesn't have to come from a weapon, no. In my case, it comes in the form of words, words that stab the depths of your heart, rips it apart, but keeps you alive so that you can never stop feeling the pain.

I have taken many killshots, in the past, present and definitely will be taking some in the future. There's no stopping me from getting my ass kicked around, but what's making me getting my heart thrown around? I stopped caring for myself, for my own feelings. I've started a path of my own, one that I'll never be proud of. At the same time, why does it all have to be about pride? Can't I just live my life they I want it? Nowadays, I just feel getting hurt is the best option amongst the rest. Getting hurt would also involve a lil bit of joy and happiness from here and there.

There's no saying when will I stop crapping about my life and my love stories, but there will come a day where I will learn my lesson and stop being this emo-istic, depressed ass that I am.Until then, enjoy reading up my stories, have fun imagining yourself in my shoes.

P/s: those stories have a weird vibe to them, cause they almost resemble my story. Have fun! :)


~the uGLy rEtArD~