Apparently I was a year old when I moved "places." I mean what could a child do at such age. I don't have anything against it, but it's like I don't belong here, as if I'm some kind of alien in another planet. Just imagine, not knowing what is going and then 12 years later you wake up from the most perfect dream and find out that your just not home anymore. There's people staring at you, with expressions of which you wish were gone.
Beyond the many hobbies I have, smiling and saying that I'm fine, O.K. are my favorite, aside from pretending to be happy. It's not that I have no expression, it's just that sometimes people have a far worse life than I do. Like Adre, her mom left her and took only like two of her siblings, and like me she feels like a weird bug around certain places. I guess that's why we're such good friends. One day at school I saw that she was in need to scream and let out whatever she was holding back. So later that day I texted her and asked what was going on, and what she responded made my heart stop. "Everyone hates me I don't belong here and no one understands me, I guess they'll understand if I'm not here anymore, but thank you for being there." Luckily I stopped her and we talked to each other, she told me all that was going on in her life. I remember her telling me that when she was just a little girl, a mattress fell on her suffocating her, while her dad and her two sisters were watching a movie, she was trying to scream. And when they finally heard her she had already managed to get the mattress of from her. Then her sister Rana( the oldest) came and told her " why do you always ruin the good movies," she didn't even let Adre talk, because she had already left the room.
So you see what I mean, my friends always have get way worse things tossed in their lives. So what'sthe point I of me showing my real expression? None... I'd rather just stick to the pretend business.
