which all this leads to different.
i'm proud of it, but i'm still insecure about it.
i don't want to blend in with clones, but i don't really want to stand out from the crowd.
i want to be different but i still want to fit in.
i get that you don't get it.
even i myself don't get it. i wish i was simpler, and not some puzzle impossible to put together.
i need someone to help me to get that,
so far, it seems that no one really gets me, not even my parents.
saddening isn't it?
i wabt to be proud of myself, but i don't want people looking up and down at me and giving a strange face or an amusing smirk.
it hurts.
i'm not like some of you who doesen't really care of others think of you.
i wish i was though.
*sigh.
i'm a pathetic loser / lame-o.
what do you get? pathetic lame-o-ser. hahah. at least i've accomplsihed of amusing myself.
no point sulking,
letting others understand me when i don't even know who, what i am.
eehh, i don't think there's any point in living.
what can i say? i'm scum.
commit suicide? hah. i would if i could, but i can't.
look on the brightside? i think its on the other side of the world.
guess i should suck it up and just continue whatever i've got left. :I
fate took a turn,
my story's ending with a twist,
for what i am i have not learned.
i might just disappear in the cold white mist.
