You're Different

^{I'm not sure if this is a good thing or bad a thing? I used to be able to say that I was different from everyone else. Something about me was a lot different. I had wisdom beyond my age, and I defied the stereotypes of the world. And a big one: I was myself. I didn't hide because I was ashamed. Now I'm morphed and distorted because of what people want me to be. And people actually like me less for it. I'm ultra sensitive now. People used to never be able to get to me. Insults would bounce off me. I also have self-esteem issues, I don't believe I'm good enough for whatever.}

My New Blog

I wake up early in the morning
And do the same thing that I have done everyday
It was a shining day
But it was the darkness day in my heart
To live
I’m working harder
I suffered myself
I make myself useless
I empty myself
I let my body to be tired
I scratched my skin
I just let my blood pour out
Only through that way I can live
I SUFFERED MYSELF!

But I was glad to tell you this is my New Blog.
Here you will read anything directly from my heart and my mind.
I hope you enjoy it.