ALONE (Nymfia's dairy)

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I don't understand.

I tolerate.

I endure people's behavior when I have to even if I disagree with it. That's the difference.

I don't have an ounce of understanding or patience for people. Being impatient doesn't necessarily mean I'll react recklessly. Shout. Argue or swear. I keep composure most of the time however I don't give chances anymore.

Being selfless was a part of me.

That part slowly turned selfish.

People would say that's a problem. A big one.

People would say I am not okay.

My parents say I am not okay. I never thought a day would come where they encourage me to make friends. Go out like other girls.

Even my brother worries. 

My mother forced me to keep in contact with people I don't like.

She's glad I have a roommate. It wasn't optional anyways.

I am just tolerating her because we live under the same roof.

Once she leaves, I'll be relieved.

I send my father long voice memos he feels the need to just call me.

They both know I only speak to them. I hate people just not my parents.

My parents think it's a problem.

Unfortunately, I don't think the same. I like the way that I am. I am what I am.