These people. People you thought you knew. People you thought who knew you turns out to be the exact opposite of what you ever imagined. These people? They are a bunch of nauseating crap and shit, morons, jerks and freaks. They are made to either destroy you or to make you stronger. I know! because I have lots of them around me. Just a few meters away from me when I enter the gate of our house (yes, house. I don’t even know what it feels like to go HOME), just a few steps to the kitchen bar and just a few centimeters to your living room. YES. Sometimes, they are just behind you, beside you, ready to pull the trigger. Ready to make your life miserable.
I am not a very strong human being. I cry most of time when it hit me really hard to realize.. to ever realize that I do no have anyone who can defend me when these people are on the loose, ready to strike and hit you in the head. I hate the fact that I do not have my parents. I hate the fact that they have theirs. I hate the fact that I do not know why I was made to exist in this messy life.
And somehow, although I have come to realize this bitter and sad reality, I am still yearning to find a consolation that somehow, it is for the best. For my best.