Living in exile

I realized how fake people can be. I also discovered that I think more about the world's mistakes and misunderstood qualities more than the average person can describe. I befriended a spider today and laughed at my ridiculous conversation after waking up with a headache from five gallons of alcohol. Cigarettes were my medicine, but they can also be an addicting nightmare.
I was told to make a difference. I was told to consider the possibilities of a better future instead of being selfish and attempt to end my life again. How can I NOT be selfish when all I have ever done is weaken my strength by taking care of everyone else?
Sometimes all you can do is look up at the stars or stare at the sunset for hours until you realize... that no matter what you do, there will always be someone who misunderstands you.

March 26th, 2010 at 04:51am