i really hate how people treat me here. theres no respect. if they had any idea how far away from their thoughts i was. if only they knew me. its like my skin is green. and everyone keeps saying " your skin is red." and they get mad at me, cus my skin is red. but its fucking not. nor will it ever be. not even a little bit. i love people. i hate what they can do sometimes. the evil within them, makes me so sad... i just loose faith all the time. gaining it back is the hardest part. losing it is so much easier. why is life so hard? i dont evn want things to make sense, i dont want to be my mother, so sure of everything thats not true. so convinced her age has to do with her ability to see the truth.
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