I hate people as much as I love them. I hate them because they're so foolish and greedy. Because they close their minds easily that leads to misunderstanding. Because they're too selfish to think of others, too afraid to live tomorrow. I hate them, because they hate. They hate because they don't understand. That's what people are, judgmental beings, eager to make decisions and to blame others. I love them because they're kind, I love them because they're truly indescribably, as if this thing I'm typing is none of worth.
Sad to say, I'm one of them. I'm living this life. I'm the one who hates and loves. I'm the one who needs understanding. I need someone to talk to, someone like you. It's much better now, thanks to you, who wasted time reading this, this worthless post I'm typing.
I really wish I have someone who truly understands me, not someone who pretends. Not someone who hugs&kiss me just to keep me reassured. Not someone who will stab me someday. Not someone who will tell me to keep quiet, but to "keep going, I'm listening." Not someone who will reveal this mask I'm wearing. Not someone who will spoil your lifetime moments. And certainly not someone who always thinks that his/she's better than I am, but understands our differences.
I have put on a beautiful mask, for others not to be bothered by this thoughts of mine. I always wore that smiley-face, always laughing, seems not to take anything seriously. Even my friends don't know this. They don't know the real me. All they know is we're alright, we're kids alright. We're happy, take time as it goes, as if we have that luxury. I never took the chance, the choice, to share my thoughts to anyone but this, because the truth is, I'm AFRAID. I'm afraid sharing this to other people because they might think that I'm crazy, insane, I'm a retard, sharing this sentiment of mine, finding someone who will understand me? Finding someone who will forbid me to hate, someone who has viewed the world the other way like me.
This is my sanctuary. This is where I can type this thoughts of mine, which seems like I'm talking to myself, or to you, whoever you are reading this. Well, I'm glad if you really bothered yourself to read this. Realizing that I'm a coward, I'm retarded and so forth.
I certainly feel better now, all that those typing made me feel better, it looked like I'm really talking to someone who truly listened.
Yours truly,
TheCrownedClown
