Maybe I am meant to be left out. If not, where do I really belong? I don’t feel like I am truly friends with anyone. I tried so hard to cope up with them, laugh along with their rude jokes but my heart isn’t just there. Is something wrong with me? Even my bestfriends changed. They are not contented to the simplicity and comfortability that we used to enjoy. Am I not embracing the changes well? I tried to communicate with the other races. Silly me, right? I am hoping that maybe, maybe someone in the 7 billion people in the world will understand me. Someone will stand up for me. Unfortunately, I did not have that one. I’m young and I’ve got a lot to do but here I am, thinking again. I would understand if I’ll grow up having wrinkles and all. I know for a fact that I don’t carry the whole world. There are a lot of people out there whose got more on their plates than I have. Still, I cannot fathom the idea of myself experiencing this kind of bullshit in life.
What do I do?
P.S. This isn’t JUST a thought, this is a thought that is killing me for the past years.
