p>I keep a lot of secrets from my family and stuff. I always seem so much like normal person around them but inside I’m like so different. I did considered suicide in my life, cause it felt it was easier than dealing with my life. I pointlessly dealt with my life as a worthless outcast. Felt myself such an useless of being useless trash, that it all goes right over my head still now. Although it’s cool that that I no longer care or barely care about being insulted, used, outcasted, etc. but that means I don’t feel any emotions either. I don’t remember a time from my childhood where I felt joy, love or a reason to live. Many times I had the feeling of not having any reason to live. No one is perfect person but no ones perfectly imperfect either. Everyone has their strengths and talents which makes their own perfect. What I personally think, if you’re not the best then you are not trying in the right direction. There are seven billion people in the world, I guess there must be seven billion different things people can be perfect in. If everyone realised that we are all perfect just in our own eyes, there wouldn’t be any bullies, any hatred, any jealousy either than love. If people realised that power isn’t powerful, then there won’t be any dirty politics, no fasist government, no wars. The sad thing. about world is now that nobody seems to realise that you are accepting and understanding then this world wouldn’t be the living hell it seems to be. Adolence is torture for anyone who is least bit different.
So lift your head up. I know it’s corny but being different is what makes you unique than all the basic bitches.