Who ever said we couldn't be different? Langst Oneshots

Drafts (or things I wrote for whatever)

[1] Can we say much about anything in the world? Can we say what we wish to? Can we believe what people say to believe or do we believe more in the cautious way of things? Believing in the things we believe isn’t always easy. Believing what your gender is for example: Not easy. People say we can’t change DNA, that we were born with the bodies we have because we were. That we’re either female or male. But not many others believe that. Some people believe in there mind, heart and soul that they’re not in the right body. Say, this one girl down the road. She believes she is a boy and likes to be referred to as they, them, he or him. But why would that be so or believed to be such when people say that the gender we are born with is the one we are supposed to be? Such a response would be, “You can’t change your DNA, duh.”

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[2] We wish for things that we can never have. So why do we hope, wish, pray for those things? The things we most believe in, the things we so desire.. Do we still desire those things? Do we still pray and hope for those things? Are they even wishes anymore? Or are they just dust, falling and weaving through everyday life, falling gently without a care in the world, a calming time.

The things we hope for, do they come true? Do we get those times of wistfulness? The happy, calming days…

The time that comes before, the time that is part of everything…
The time we cherish, the time we so hope for, the time we so wish to come..
Do we deserve that time? The time we felt at peace, the time we felt we could do anything- be anything, the time we were the happiest..

Every day, we hope, regret, desire, forget, become scared, live our lives in oblivious candor..
For me, you would find me most oblivious.. You would think I was simple, perhaps an idiot who didn't have a care in the world…

Well, you’re right. In a way, I am simple, I don't have a care in the world, and I am an idiot.
But that's what you see on the surface; you see the mask, the lies, the dishonesty, falsehood…
You see the fake me. You don’t- or can’t- see who I really am under this mask. But if you wish to find the true me, first find the false me, find out the parts of me without the mask.

Maybe you'll be surprised, maybe you would think, “Oh, is that all?”or, “I wish you wouldn't have let me know those things ever.” Maybe you would wish that you never knew anything. But when you get down to it, time is the only thing standing in the way.

The truth is lying dormant underneath.

[3] I blamed you for the humiliation you caused me. I thought you were the one to blame, that you caused my suffering, the needless pain I felt in my chest every time I saw you. Were you the origin of my suffering?

Was it wrong to blame you? The pangs I felt every time I saw you, with someone or not.

What was that feeling, what was the cause for it? It was painful, really truly painful..

To this day, I still don’t know the cause nor what the feeling is.

I decided it must be hate, the underlying pain I felt was because I felt sorry for the person who was with you, whether you are alone or with someone, any person who has ever been near you runs through my mind at times, and then the pain starts.

Hating is a normal reaction, be that as it may, it’s something we feel briefly or long term. But why is the ‘hate’ still there, why is it still lingering even after 4 years?

Why hasn’t it gone away? Why hasn’t it left?

What can make this pain go away?

A/N: Hey, so I've been contemplating when to do this and whether I should. But anyway, here. Have some crap of mine! :D