Some Sort Of Face
I am a lie.
What is a thought you have that you wish people resonated with? Something that would only be watered down when spoken with words. Something that could only be sounded by action. Something deep down you wish you could yell or perhaps not.
Wish something that could be resonated by others. Some sort of validation. These thoughts you yearn to tell, may have isolated you. Would you be conflicted by if you should time it wrongly with your questions. Maybe it would further push you down. Starting from square one again.
I may not have the same idea you might get from reading these passages. But that is okay.
I realized early on, that I shouldn't meddle with things, I shouldn't be recklessly biased for it could hurt me. Everything from the way the Earth happened or the tragic events one may have gone through, or the obnoxious personalities and mindset of other people. To be clear, what I'm talking about are the opinions formed by emotions mixed by real experiences. Delusions, I think is the word. I do not understand people who could be so heavily biased to the point it was as if they were delusional. But my comment is not effective. By some means, we will never be sure if we are delusional unless the people around us exist as some sort of guide for us.
At the end of the day, we can never be alone or lonely without the existence of other people. For me, I feel not lonely, but alone. Despite living with my family, despite going out. I have none I connect with. I am, what you would call lonely, for maybe to you I seem to long for a connection with others. (Because well, what other reason is there for me to talk about.) I've become quite disconnected to everything, detached, to word it better.
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