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Everybody Knows!

Nobody is stupid. They all know what they’re doing. And they keep doing it anyway.

Only kids are innocent. At least that’s what I used to believe. Now even they know too much. Sometimes more than we do. Sometimes I look at them and wonder when the hell the world got this sharp.

See, the problem is, we expect people to show up for us the way we show up for them. Dumb theory. We change for people and secretly hope they’ll change for us. We play fair and expect them to drop their weapons too. It sounds noble until life punches you in the mouth and laughs while you bleed.

Sometimes I laugh at myself for believing all that shit. Proper belly laugh. The kind that hurts. Sometimes I feel ashamed. Like how the fuck did I stay this naive for so long? And then I switch. Yeah, I switch like a merciless Gemini. One minute I’m the considerate, sweet, lovable chunky teddy bear everyone leans on. Next minute I’m a rage monster. A lunatic. A fat psycho. Blasphemous, ungrateful, irritating, ugly son of a bitch. The version people pretend they never saw coming.

Truth is, everybody can switch. Everyone has that ugly side waiting backstage. But most people don’t let it out. They protect the version of themselves that pays the bills. The one that keeps friends comfortable and family proud. Because the moment you show the real messy rage underneath, you start losing shit. Friends disappear. Family judges. Money gets weird. Jobs vanish. Sanities crack like cheap glass.

So no, I’m not complaining. I’m just stating a fact. Life is unfair. It always was. So suck it up. Be unapologetic. Be the real you. The ones who have the guts to see you as you are will stay. The rest will chicken out. And honestly? Good riddance.

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