I grew up learning that I would meet people who would become friends and they would like me the way I am.
I grew up considering the people who didn’t give a damn about me.
I met “someone” (was really that person). And I was dazzled.
I met many “someones” in my entire life.
And what can I say about it?
I grew up watching these “people” leave me.
I grew up having to accept that.
(and now was no different).
I think a doctor couldn’t even understand what I feel.
I mean, even my “best friend” can do it, why would he?
I think normal people aren’t able to understand what I feel.
I think the more I try, they’ll never make it.
I think the beautiful people are more important than normal people.
I think people who are happy are on another level than the others.
I think people should learn that there are many different types of people, minds and feelings… And that it’s all part of someone’s life.
People only know how to judge.
People only know how to speak.
People think it’s futile.
People think it’s unnecessary.
People think it’s easy.
Some of these people know what it’s to live this way?
I blame myself