A twist in an assumption leads to more hypothesis. One more twist, I call that a fucked up reality.

I call my reality fucked up. You know WHY??

Say, take this for example.

10. Look to see if he imitates you. If he mimics you, he probably likes you, such as, if you move to another table, he'll go with you.(I've had a guy who liked me mimic me before, so I know this is one thing)

11. Teasing. If a guy teases you a lot, it might mean he likes you, but if he doesn't tease any other girl, he probably does like you.

I'm assuming that he likes me a little enough to do those 2 things amongst the many other statted things on wikiHow. Ok, here's the messed up idea about assumptions.

Say, if he really imitates me and he imitates others... Then I'll have to go all hypothetical about whether he likes me or not, right? See, if he teases me and teases others and sometimes ignores us, doesn't it ruin the whole conception of a him liking me? It's probably shouting outloud "I DON'T LIKE YOU THAT WAY!!!".

All these misconceptions and what not leads me to thinking. Why can't we just use our heart to feel what they feel? If we truly care for someone, we'll find ourselves an annoyance to that person's life.

Do we bring them happiness? Did we make them cry? Are we disturbing him too much? Isn't his smile the most precious thing right now?

...That kinda thing?

Yet so much of these, I've failed to perform. In fact, I performed the very opposite. I don't care if I make them cry. My smile is more important than his. I disturb him a lot it's because I want his attention and I have too much free time. My happiness is ultimately more important than his, so who cares!

Eventually, all these dark thoughts creep into the mystical space of mind. It's unavoidable. Once you have a person in your grasp, you tend to think more for yourself. Why did you call your partner? It's because you're free and wanted to disturb him for some attention, right? If they cry, you tend to be silent, hardly asking why because you fear they'll be even more upset and might face their wrath. I'm happy because I have what I want. Who cares if he isn't really that happy. Because I know I have him and that's enough.

I know because that's how I feel.

Fuck My Life, sometimes.