Sometimes what you see isn’t everything.
Sometimes you could see someone having the whole world as their friends but they could still feel so alone. Sometimes you could see someone who seem so alone yet he or she may be content with life just the way it is.
I’m neither.
I don’t have a certain circle I hang out with. Nor do I hang out with everyone.
Sometimes I feel so content, and yet I feel so alone most of the time. Maybe it’s my fault, for not approaching people. Maybe it’s just not the way I am. Maybe I’m not bothered to. Maybe I’m just weird.
Maybe people don’t like me because I keep disappearing into my books and music. And I talk to cats.
Sometimes I just hate me.
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