Somewhere he. Somewhere you. You are the same person, but… you’re different. You’re destined to be no one… but you are so much better than him, right? … here you are and there you are. You are so simple and he’s so… complexed? What happens in his head? Why is he this way?

You are nothing. Just another him. You know how most of “another him” end up, right? You don’t want it to happen, you want to be free, you want to be yourself. He wants autonomy. He wants INDEPENDENCE. He wants to become something “New”

Begin with your looks, change your hair, change your style, change the way you walk and talk and voila! Who are you? Not this guy, yet you two share one face. One blood. One material.
He knows the way and he did it. Why he hates you so much? He seemed friendly at the beginning. You two could make a good pair of friends, he could make good cameos and be everyone’s favorite!

It’s not jealousy. You don’t feel jealous about such things. His views on life are too simple, he can’t use IT properly like you do and he doesn’t want to improve. There’s nothing wrong in being perfectionist and honing your skills. He’s actually having fun doing that, not in a normal sense… He reeks with euphoria while doing that. He takes such a playful way to deal with problems. Its horrifying. Its hunger, hunger for power ITS WRONG!
In the end

There’s something in the dark

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