This is Not THE PLACE

This is not kind of the place to talk out this way, but I... feel sorry for myself and everything, everyone.

But I can’t stop joining someone’s life without escaping natural conversation to get more warned about what I see and feel about my life. And they will always becoming, seem, not interested, and uh…just like an accident on the street, sometimes I looked to find out whom is to blame because of my messed job, and who is ye more guilty before ye conversation became this head aching, and maybe sometimes harmful for the ones who tell me that they know me and I mustn’t feel like that, because they always seem to get the way out of here, that they are not actually never be in.

And then I looked up my newfound: That I am surrounded by ignorant people, starts from my parents, family, the closer friends,… but actually sounds, "So What?"

Because since what should happen is just like I do what I can do, and surely I hope I’ll be able to ignore all people thoughts and acts to me along ye life.

Before I hurt a lot of more…