So much to do, simply so much. I wonder if humans were made to have to do all of the things we are meant to do today. I've never heard of a human writing papers, or using computers, or creating chemicals that kill during the beginning of the human race.
Why the hell? Why can't I simply be a human? This isn't what we were meant to do.
Our hands weren't created to text people through phones, or to drives cars.
Now they are... We've turned into a better race... Or to compact animals with no skills except eating, walking, running, or swimming?
I don't want to do this.
Yesterday was one of those days where I didn't want to be with anyone. Yet I went out to socialize.
Yesterday was one of those days where my brain was tired of being nice and focused on people's needs.
I feel like I'm living in a movie, I'm playing a character... Where is my "me"? How do I shout out my emotions and feelings? How do I express my loneliness and happiness?
Reactions are everywhere, whenever I talk I gotta think twice because I don't want to hurt others, however... I always end up doing so. And then I begin to feel bad about what I think and what makes me happy.
I wanted to be alone, but at the same time I didn't. Maybe I'm looking for attention, for someone who will really listen without judging, someone that lets me be free and praises me for my freedom.
I don't justify myself often. I'm like a hidden book that once is opened it offends. Reactions echo behind me and in front of me. Everytime I walk, everytime I breathe... Is there, that voice that echoes that everything is wrong, that everyone suffers, that everyone is alone. That voice that expresses love, but doesn't say it.
There was only one person close to me that understood me, that never judged, that liked the way I spoke. But because of my feelings and emotions of selfishness and arrogance, I left.
Walked away...
Smiled...
Then cried.
