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/ Sunday, November 22, 2009

sometimes i feel as if im not born in the right family.

i thought she was protecting me.
i thought she meant well.
i thought maybe,
maybe if i just went with it for once,
maybe there will be a good outcome.
i knew it.
i knew it the whole time,
but i just didnt want to believe it.
i just hoped everyday,
that maybe one day, things would be different.

i know there are no 100% perfect humans in this world,
there are only more then 50% good ones.
but why is it,
that those around me,
are all the same.
why is it,
that all of them are like that.
and why is it,
that i always feel i have no one to turn to,
when i have so many friends!
and why is it,
that the world is like that to me,
when its happening to no one else i know!

i dont care,
even if,
i live in four white walls with a carpet.
if im happy everyday,
and all of my family is happy everyday,
and i at least,
get to show,
that i remember my friends birthday,
or even care about it!

fine,
you say you dont love me.
im okay with that.
dont love then keep me in the house for what!
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Clarissa