Who Gives a Damn

Years I spent trying to find the perfect somebody is out there maybe not perfect at all but perfect for me, or maybe not even that, I just don't understand the ways of this world, and what is accepted of me August Astrange. Nobody gave this to me but in time things happen because Eve ate Than Adam, but how perfect would a world be if we didn't live surrounded in pain to understand the happiness or pain that follows. Likely in a sense more pain, or do we honestly want that... Constantly talking about what's real what's fake, and in reality most of it starts looking right back at us when we wash our face in the morning upon deciding to wake from the death then. Don't talk to me about pain because I've had it & still live in it. My thing is if you haven't accepted defeat at times to learn how to win then what conversation could come of our conversation if this is all shit to you in the end, I wouldn't know if you read this and realize that you couldn't deal with the pressures of the world & if this did however ignite some bullshit spark to have serious actions behind it. Simply use it as a strength instead of further playing on your weakness because that's not what my writing is about. It's about growth of how I can look back, and always see how far I've come if nobody else ever gave a FUCK!!! these are my stories not yours August'Rose Astrange