Sometimes, I think I don’t belong in this world.
If I did, I wouldn’t need to try so hard to fit in.
Sometimes, I think I will remain alone for the rest of my life and then die alone…
Not that I mind. Just that sometimes you wish that there is someone to walk beside with and share the experiences along the way. Someone who makes things easier.
I know I am kind of weird. Unconventional. It’s difficult to accept me or even understand me.
Some people shouldn’t even bother trying, because they will never get it if they do not have an open heart & an open mind.
Luckily for me, I have been blessed with many great friends.
Sometimes, I get so consumed, engrossed & lost in my own world.
I am surprised that I still have any friends left. Those are the real keepers.