Monday, September 24, 2012

waiting for a train, going nowhere.

I never understood why my parents always said that they always believed in me.

Because they never did and they always try to lie to me that they do.

I'm so sick of it.

Maybe it's because I don't know the feeling of someone believing in me, simply because I try to stay away from the center.

It's a very empty feeling.

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