Sometimes I do something weird...like look closely at life and examine every detail..including the fact that am actually lonely.Like a hollow, festering tree admist youthful, green ones.I know I dont fit in but atleast can't someone hear my voice ? Am human and a really sensitive one...and thats not my fault for being born so.But thankfully I don't have the tendency to advertise my feelings.I wish my fluffy pillow could know how much I have wished it to be human at every point I shed my cold tears on it and break down at night.A someone..just for me.I wish I had friends who didnt give up on me way too easily,I wished I had true friends,I wished I had someone whom I could share anything with...whom I could really trust and feel that "home" feeling.whom infront of,I don't need to act.A someone just to listen to me...no harsh judgements and comparisons.That's when I did something retarted like,fall in love with typing and writing.
