My friends. My acquaintences. My close companions. I want them to know but will it be worth it? No. No one can understand me. No one will understand me. It's not their fault that they can't. It's my fault. I'm too complex. I'm too simple.
My life is like a scribbled line on a sheet of paper, no control, no set life of direction no real destination.
I know I'm not the only one out there but trying to show them the real side of my personality is just a no-no.
Noted: Don't feel. It will make my problems worse.
Also Noted: "You're my friend now start acting like it."
Act like a friend. There is no such thing as a real friend?
Now I'm going to find something to do to ease a weighted mind.
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