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Monday, July 11, 2005
"" - posted by michy at 6:24 PM People don't understand me, they understand so little that they don't even understand the fact that they don't understand me. I cannot communicate my feelings to anybody. I cannot even communicate the fact that I cannot communicate my feelings to anybody. My loneliness grows even more, because everybody thinks that I have lots of company. They don't knowof my loneliness. My isolation is so big that nobody has ever seen me. What they think of me is only their projection. They don't even know that I exist because I dare not to be the way I am supposed to be. What is even worse they are convinced they see me and they know me. Therefore they are incapable of seeing that nobody sees me. People lie so much they even deny they're lying. They refined falsehood to the point that they even deceive themselves: They believe in their own lies. Nobody accepts my freedom. I don't even have the freedom to say that I don't have freedom. This gives me profound sadness. But they don'tallow me to be sad. They say it's a disease called depression. Eventually this ongoing condemnation makes me so mad that I forget my sadness. But profound anger is called disease, too. FinallyI give up. Whatever I feel is repudiated. It's no use. I don't do anything any more. I give up. This is another disease. withdrawal and depression. I give it one last try. Let's forget all problems. Let us live and enjoy life. My god they already labeled this, too. They call it a manic phase. Who knows?Maybe the real disease is blaming and condemning the other constantly and deciding which feeling he ought to feel. ~ just something i copied from somewhere~ |
