I wish you fair well.
I am absolutely not depressed but recently, I took my time. I preferred to be alone. I didn't mean to skip few classes and I'm not exactly troubled. I needed escapism but I realized there are very limited ways to escape. This is how it affected me.
I escaped Twelve at few points, even. Apologize me, dear friend(s). I found myself trying to distant people in several social conversations. This is how it affected me.
I'd chosen not to escape. I faced it but I suppose I got only half of what I want. Well, half is always better than nothing. I was brave and I am happy for myself. I, at least, tried. And I tried hard. It's unusual for me to give up on something I believe I can do. They said this is the hardest I can do, the furthest I can push. I thought so. I must stop trying at one point. This is how it affected me.
I have few little questions to ask. You see, I'm particularly a very curious person. If I want to know, then I WANT to know. But again, my ability to dig the answers are fairly limited. I can usually tell when people lie. Well, if the answers given do not make sense, it should be pretty obvious that those are lies (or white lies). So I dug the truth. This is how it affected me.
Yes, this is a provocative post. People hide things from me, alright. I do not mind. They probably prefer to keep things to themselves (or probably among themselves). I prefer truth - no matter how ugly it sounds like. Reasons? I am, most of the time, very direct and honest. So I dug the truth. If I give honest information, why would you not return my favour? But this is how it affected me.
You wonder why do I provoke you? It seems a little unfair, isn't it? I knew very little about some people but they know more about me. They know more, they said. They know more, they claimed. I used to hate that, really. When I first own a mobile phone, I knew few friends who used to text me. Every single questions that they ask, I'd try to provide as little answer as possible and ask them more questions so I don't have to reveal more info about me. I'm sorry.
Now is different. Well, I still haven't changed much but now I understand how much have I revealed to public about myself. I'm not even mad - except, when I realized that I know very little about others. I realized that but I know nothing that I could do. I'm not sure of what I could do. Set my blog and Twitter on private? But I don't see much point there.
You should know, there are few puns here and there.
You should know, I prefer truth at this point because I've had haters before but I've never had a hater that I favour personally.
You should know, if the boot fits.
Just because you're forgotten, doesn't mean you're forgiven.
This is how it affected me.
On a brighter side of the post, I draw.
And I've started writing now. Okay, I restarted.
Until then.
