How is it possible that we breath and have a heartbeat even though we feel like dying?
How can we be the main character in our own story when we don't even know what it is about?
Should it be about us? That's selfish!
Should it be about someone else? Why would you want someone else to be more important, be interpentent!
Its just a phase you're going to find yor place.
Really or are you just saying this because you have one or because you think you have one because society told you so?
Do you really care or is your care like my happiness pretended?
How can this be a world were everyone just pretend to be fine but when you look close enough you can find them struggling with things but why,
why can't it be normal that we talk about our problems that we can except every opinion or at lest try?
But no, instead the world is full with hate and people pretending to be alright!
Why do we call it live when most of us are not even allowed to life without being judged just because of who they are or who they love, for things they can't even change
like skincolor sexuality or gender identity?
How can you hate people for who they are?
How can it be a sin to be yourself?
