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I hate my life, most people would look at me and think "that guy, or girl in most cases, has the perfect life" Talented, attractive, whichever gender you want, hard working, rich parents. The whole shtick. Yet my grades, talents are just a mask. I don't like my life, so I hide behind to easy homework, music and books. Yet I can't feel my hate, I just know that I'm supposed to hate it. It seems like the normal thing to do. I hide behind everything, just not to think about my life, face reality. Of my messed up head. Knowing of my parent's unconditional love, yet I have non to give back. Never had, never will. I try to appease my parent by being perfect, so they wouldn't throw me out. Knowing everything, my one fear and their use to me, power and money. If they don't have that, they have no use. Like everyone that I know, just something to be used. Even If its just to be liked at school or to see them cry when I dump them. Flat, deadpan voice, explaining everything. Then just walking way, like nothing happened. Not even shedding a tear when I just scared them for life, broke there heart into a 5000 piece puzzle. While mine is in a 20000 pieces, but I make no action to put it together. Because I barely know its there.
This isn't me, a original character. Ten points to anyone that can tell what mental illness I want to get across.
Little Kuriboh · Sun Jan 13, 2008 @ 04:39am · 0 Comments |
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