Bored???? Well, you need to read this one.
When I was 12 I felt something, something mysterious and I need to know what it is. I felt the stares, I felt the death glares they gave to me. I thought it was just my mind.....
But it wasn't, it's real, really real. I thought that they like me but...... It is just me.
I feel that they are disgusted and I know that I need to stop. Stop about something, but what??? What something?
I wanna know, but how. I wanna know every single details for me to know, what would I change about myself.
I tried.
I tried to know but I just couldn't.
They wouldn't let me.
They are stopping me and hiding it.
They want me to suffer.
I just want to change and to know my wrong doings.
So I stopped.
Stopped searching.
I know they wouldn't let me so I stopped.
I just waited for the new year.
If they don't want me to know then I can wait for a year to let go of them.
And I did.
And I don't want to see them EVER again.
Why would I anyway???
