Sometimes I think everything moves backwards. In a way where the birds don't sing in the mornings, but instead hum lightly or not at all. Believing that it may not be worth it, or that the day is too dull. I don't really understand how people think some days are more deserving than others. If you've ever heard the phrase 'Carpe Diem' and how drastically it's been changed to 'Live life to the fullest' or something cliché to the effect of 'Live, Laugh, Love', you understand what I mean. It's as though they expect more from you. To be happy and full of laughter when there's really nothing too extraordinary to be happy about. Then when you're sad, they say to be chipper and look up, because life is grand. You do so, then they reprimand you for being foolish and naive because others around you are suffering. I feel as though the world is a hypocrite. You can never do anything right in it's eyes, because time is backwards. Sometimes I think everything moves backwards.
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