悪は他人から悪を期待している

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐃𝐨 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦?
❝Every day and night, it's the same. Trapped in a place with no escape, a jail built by myself. Limiting every gestures, words, --- setting a boundary where I can only control. Do I dislike living beings? Is that why I choose to stay away from them? They say it's just shyness or the thoughts messing with my head. Is it awful to desire a world where there's no judgement? A free place like in the scenario where you're running on an empty field, the weather's perfect, a cold breeze on your skin as you wear an outfit to your liking, and finally a genuine smile on your face after so long, you're just so glad that you're out of words, eyes tearing up.
I'm closed, heart locked, the key thrown away or destroyed. Now life is nothing more than a show, watching others live while I sit there, alive but lifeless.❞



 
𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝙚𝙘𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯  𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚.


</3. fiction ≠ reality.