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Flaky like Phoebe.

Not a grammar Nazi, definitely not some dictionary worm so it's safe to say that I create my own meanings for words that are simple yet complex. You see, I don't know how to write because my sentences are longer than my hair. That makes sense to my friends.
All things apart, lately I've been lazy. Stagnated. Wandering through the apps on my phone, I always end up scrolling through Instagram. I read a post and it goes like this.
"Who is a selfish human being?"
The thing that attracted me is the word "human being." As I said I am not a dictionary person. I just make up my own meanings. All along that word is just screaming for us to be human. You need not be a perfect person doing your taxes and having a proper routine in life. You need not whoop your ass just because you are not being your adventurous self. You can just try and be anything or nothing. Make sure that your choice is something that only affects you and not everyone around you. Because in this journey called life, your negative decisions have a whole lot of impact on others. Mind your damn business, leave the dust behind, contribute to the things that you have to, and most importantly do not impose. 
Maybe being a human being is being selfish.
Being human is a lot to a human being.
So try and be selfish!
 Only radiating positive vibes.
Do not make the world better.
 Just make yourself feel better and do not let your decisions affect other people.
And again, I am flaky so half the things I say might not make sense.
 Flaky like Phoebe.
Ivanni enduku antara?
Okay aite mari, drink more water macha.


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