It's hard. How hard?
Like telling your lungs to stop breathing.
Like telling your heart to stop pumping.
Like telling Lebron James to quit basketball.
Like telling a slut to stop fucking.
Like telling a scientist that the the universe revolves around earth.
Like telling a pilot that the world is flat.
Like telling an archaeologist dinosaurs don't exist.
Like expecting a calculator to say that one plus one equals nine.
Like convincing a person to jump off a ten story building and he'll live.
Like changing the dictionary to remove love from it's content.
Like explaining that water is not made up of two hydrogen and one oxygen atom.
Like a blind man trying to kill a paraplegic by shooting him in the leg.
Like trying to catch a charmander with bulbsaur with only ONE pokeball.
Like trying to convince God that God doesn't exist.
It's hard, like trying to convince myself that I'll stay single for this whole year.
It's that hard.
2 comments:
"Like expecting a calculator to say that one plus one doesn't equal nine."
But a calculator does say that
LMAO screw you.
it was a typo.
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