I'm living with it. The kind of life where no one wants to live. I'm living the life different from anybody. But I know, somehow, I'm still blessed to have a life like this.
But really? It was suffocating. The air I breathe suffocates me each time. Because being with the people I don't belong feels so wrong.
How did I even get in here? Why did these people choose this life for me? I wonder if they really want me here. I wonder, just wonder, if they ever really like me here.
I believe everything from the beginning. Even when people trying to slap me with the truth. But I chose to believe with your lies. Then cry myself out at night.
I still believe in good things. I still appreciate life even with a little sunshine. I still believe that there will always be beautiful for everything. I still believe that I still can pretend in front of the people.
I wonder when will I be brave enough to face my darkness? I wonder when will I stop pretending? I wonder when will it end? Because honestly, it was a wrong thing to let my existence be this long.
