Hey, I am back. Yet again :D
I found this one quote on Facebook. That the kindest people are the ones who have suffered themselves. Good one don't you think? Because if you get hurt, you know exactly how painful it is. And I realized this the other day, that it is harder to watch someone suffer than to suffer myself :) And no, I am not a masochist..
I have been hurt countless times before; and more emotionally than physically. Since I was a child I think. I was the dark ugly child you see. Asked my sister why I was as unpopular as I was in school. Her theory was just mind-blowing :)
It was a vicious circle you see: I was odd, I was made fun of, I was ugly, my relatives (not my mom, dad, bro or sis) reminded me of that day in and day out, and I was always angry. I was suicidal :D
And the circle repeated with my classmates and my schoolmates. Poor things hated me and I hated them back. It was kind of like White Fang. I was White Fang...
I hate pity. Self pity is one thing; I love pitying myself :p But pity is the reason why I can't tell this to anyone but my sister. She doesn't pity me and I love talking to her :D
I don't feel like writing anymore :(
Ciao!! :)
I found this one quote on Facebook. That the kindest people are the ones who have suffered themselves. Good one don't you think? Because if you get hurt, you know exactly how painful it is. And I realized this the other day, that it is harder to watch someone suffer than to suffer myself :) And no, I am not a masochist..
I have been hurt countless times before; and more emotionally than physically. Since I was a child I think. I was the dark ugly child you see. Asked my sister why I was as unpopular as I was in school. Her theory was just mind-blowing :)
It was a vicious circle you see: I was odd, I was made fun of, I was ugly, my relatives (not my mom, dad, bro or sis) reminded me of that day in and day out, and I was always angry. I was suicidal :D
And the circle repeated with my classmates and my schoolmates. Poor things hated me and I hated them back. It was kind of like White Fang. I was White Fang...
I hate pity. Self pity is one thing; I love pitying myself :p But pity is the reason why I can't tell this to anyone but my sister. She doesn't pity me and I love talking to her :D
I don't feel like writing anymore :(
Ciao!! :)
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