I wish there was a place I could go, and at this place there would be other people.
They wouldn't do anything but look at me and listen. I would say: I feel lonely, and I would like to laugh.But I want no words. No jokes. Make me laugh but use no words.
I would laugh and I would know. I would remember that all we are doing here is playing. Nothing is really that important, nothing matters that much.
The specifics hardly matter when the outcome is death.
These so-called humanities of nowadays only make my head spin in anger, shame, guilt. I feel so human and so wild that social rules and behaviour for me is only one.
Some people would say I have a strong personality and I do, however, it seems I have learned to repress it so bad that I totally turned into something else. Quiet, pleasantly responsive.
I have this glance of who I really am in life, but it seems so different from who I am being nowadays.
