I'm strange, at least, i think about myself as a strange person.
I have unusual thoughts about the world, about people, and although i shouldnlt, i do think a lot about everything.
Usually i found myself in the middle of an unknown world, and by that i mean my head.
But i'm fine about it, i don't care about what most people think of me, but i'm afraid to feel and look as someone insane, and i guess that right now that's the only thing i do care about the opinion of the others about me.
That's why i keep a lot to me, because there are things that they will never get, there are things about me that none will ever understand or accept, and so it is better to keep it for myself, even when that is killing me inside, because i can't tell it to anybody without the fear of ending alone.
I just need to decide if i'm a coward or a human being, maybe i'm not the only one feeling this, i hope.
So i hide my face and pretend that everything is just fine, as always.
terça-feira, 13 de março de 2012
Hiding myself
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I know you've wrote this a few months ago but I want you to know that you're not alone. You can always count on me, with no fear of losing because I won't leave you alone!
ResponderEliminar(to don't change the meaning of the blog, I thought I should answer you in english)