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NOT A VANNILA WRITE BUT A BUTTERSCOTCH BOOK ABOUT NOTHING BUT LIFE LOVE LUNATIC

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THIS ISNT SOME MANUAL BOOK OR A BOOK FULL OF YAPPING AND LORING ABOUT HOW ABSURD LIFE AND RELATIONSHIPS ARE. A YAPPING THAT JUST TOOK ITS FORM IN TEXT OVERNIGHT INSTEAD OF SLEEPING OR SCROLLING THROUGH BUNCH OF ALGORITHM FED REELS TO DECIDE YOUR MOOD AND THOUGHTS AT A CREEPY NIGHT.OOOPSSS!!!!!! LETS JUST CHANGE OUR LETTERS HOW SHE LEFT SO SUBTLY there we go.This book articulates around one ellipse that is how small and yet stupid you just were.

We live in a world were every thing is so automated and overtaken by something that just was invented to help us ofcousrse I am not talking about the AI that stole your job or that goddess imaginery girlfriend that you wished you had. Words like manuiplation or catfishing wasn’t just there before all this devils stool.It used to be something very simple boring vanilla-ish and very sacred that was embroidered with humanly tailored principles and mutualism. Gentility was never a before crack drama thing it was always there for the loved one. I aint a conservative but some one who wished that it was all still here.Yeah maybe you can call this one as a today`s modern era white nights but the moon is stil up there sourcing for hope ,despair, love, reminiscent ,childhood, introspection of our current dogmatism.walking down the sidewalks in the cold lush breezy winds blown in the new yorks street during the chrsimas eve late up in the night just like in the eyes wide shut is often supposed to acquire how bullshitty life actually is and its upto that small miserable changes that needs to be incorporated to feel a tiny scrappy piece of luxury and peace like not minding about the impressions you leave that was never in your hand for instance you dint mean to stumble over stepping onto back part of the shoe whie walking or liking a reel that you wish you never entered into Instagram in the first place and transitioning to some one who manages the time to heal and repair it by first giving births to habits like hitting the mother fucking gym. How orthodox could it be for a women to utilise her body as a weapon or hourglass of portraying how long you can hold onto her or for Christ sake shall it be for her own desire and modesty expression of her heart. A man`s body is supposedly to be taken more serious than hers in fact that’s what makes him a man standing in the room after all. And the gym is like the church for men who wants to be better not only physically but mentally like getting your ass to lifting weights everyday and radially expanding your social discipline and minding your own damn business. As prayers in church takes time just as how it is to build ones physique. Looting in the world after being hatched from the very nest of your family truly doesn’t leave a single instant to make one realise that in every single commitment it takes an effort at bare minimum to even be a loser. And there I was hesitating to put my effort at all. One of the things I truly realised about having someone in your life is that it doesn’t matter if you are rich or poor, dumb or smart, long or small , the most goodlooking in the room or the ugliest piece of shit none of this could make a woman fall is love even the best of us miserably fail its not because we are not enough its sometimes about what we truly need from some one. A person who is afraid to get knocked down by that girl just because he feels so cramped up to inhale between all this ongoing nightmare of schmuck terminologies like benching, situationship,pocketing,sneaky link, textilationship,ghosting,breadcrumbing.Many flags symbolised than the F1 race course like red and green flags.These horrifying lunatic terms are far worser than the classic story of getting molested. The desire to be in a relationship that is so stylish and obsessive and mutual and being the worst in your best phase and the best In worst phase is alarmingly underatted then why watch all those for nothing movies like the notebook, sleepless in seatle, notting hill ,the holiday,sweet home Alabama ,no strings attached. All for nothing but just to fantasize and dream about or just liking it if in case it shows up in your pathetic feed. I am very sure Dostoevsky would most likely be banging his head up in the heaven.This isn’t just bursting of anger over silly expectations but urge to really establish one so potentially that no one understands.There is nothing called right or wrong in love righ?

Okay here it goes,you think you like this one girl very much just because she is sheerly interested in knowing more about who you are and have this stupid never was it existed connection sown from a random bump or collision in street exchanging ideas and favourites that clearly crystallizes how beautiful and mutual things between them really are ,you begin to search and wish to do things in intend to better everything for her everything from the very heels she wears to the coffee she drinks to book she could just praise the ink that she got to read to music that she hears but having to be very pleasured do all this she still leaves. I am a man who wants to give a better options to my girl because I genuinely like her and treats her real nice not just for the beginning 15 days but for the rest of the life even the level of heights of two connecting bridges for the commerce of cars and good in eroticism and sexual desires are as perfectly just there as a shooting star just rocketing through for that dearly moment she still doesn’t just want itt. You know why because it isn’t mutual anymore, she aint feeling it seems and all this due to that one thing is that she just dint understand that this just is how a boy would express his love for her what else could he do if it aint met by both hands coming together. A big lesson to be schooled to every boy turning into a man. Not everyone is destined to understand you the way you want them to.You stand in the room with your posture aligned composed and head just tilted upright enough for them shed under from the scorching squeaky shade of jealousy , betrayal , complacent and envious and no longer give a damn about people perceives you and inclines to pursuit your opinion and naysaying behind your every assertion and decision from the oxford you wear to the case that you use for the mobile everything from having all this those who truly appreciate your company and your manner of talking is who your lucky charms are and you the same to them too. It was never about making the room of people under your good name it was those 1 or 2 who always have your back and want to grow together either way for the sake of the duo. From constant stream of passage of people passing through time one can surely assess what was the whole purpose of those people entering and leaving it doesn’t necessarily have to be that everyone of them was just a weed along with the crops .Every person in your life has their peculiar role that to be played either like in the old English plays dramatic or very intentionally spawned .But either way no one can in any sense replace their presence and how they made you felt .Looking for that person in people who could ultimately be better or dry dough is utter nonsense also disrespecting the very nature of their with looking for a replica.Its funny how people just happen to so subtly sign off that nothing could be blamed.All you supposed to do is just carry on with your chores and wish them your luck and