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Here's the thing; none of this make any fucking sense. Actually, it makes shit ton of sense but I just enjoy acting like nothing makes sense so I can keep feeling dazed and confused. Hats off to big LZ. Although, some days, you keep hoping for something to happen and then it happens but it's nothing like you've imagined. You take your cup of coffee, get out the door, feel the cold on your face and realize that once again, you're going back home, to be alone, again. Sure, it has its upsides, most of the time. Thing is, when I try to do something about all of this, with all the sense set to go in my head, it always goes south. After a couple of tries, I get depressed out of the idea and just stop trying. Some weeks, perhaps even months pass and one day, I'm getting coffee and I lock eyes with another perfect pair. Bam! Back at it again. I start thinking about it, then I make my move, try it and realize the bitterness of all of this again. I hate that a part of me lik...