i'll never be again.
sometimes you think it's nice to have caring people around you.
of course its nice.
but is it to the others?
sometimes despite your shortcomings,
you want to lead life normally
you want to show you can, and you can
you dont really need help
you dont really like sitting down doing nothing
you end up make others worry..
sometimes people seem to say the wrong things
and you feel sad
and others come along to tell you,
no its not true..
but sometimes, that accidental splur was the the only truth.
perhaps all these sometimes make up all the time in my life.
im confused about this world and how to deal with people. i still feel comfortable in my hiding place.
im not angry. im just.. unhappy.
children just need to be left alone.
leave me alone.
i'll be fine. really.
anything more done only makes me feel like a burden. again.