We could always turn the other cheek or act on impulses that turned into habitual regrets. But behaving under momentary influence to impress or to seek for immediate attention craving was smth you're always capable of doing under any circumstances. It became predictable. You are a one-trick pony, seeking refuge under misguided sugared words of people that you got blurred along the way into smth unreliable and indefinite, because you wanted to be a person they want to use, you want popularity and crowds of admirers. You used to be a pale shade of mirror, one that i could find a reflection of myself regardless of any haze or doings. Your substance turned cold; balled into a solid ensemble of strangers. I could try igniting back this extinct feeling, but how impossible it is, I still am so much better than you are cause atleast I believed. You said you'll be one of the few things that I am able to own. But you're one of the reasons I've started to realized that we only belong to ourselves and am complete like that. People say that uncertainty is a thrill that will turn out eventful, but mind you, you are the fucked up person who made uncertainty feel bitter and unpromising. Its painful ok; its painful to wait, to endure with resilience of no reward and to want things boundless to your soul.