Masked

I guess it already came to a point wherein it's more comfortable for certain people to hate my guts. For as long as someone out there would tolerate these, I'm starting to believe that I have to just live with the heaviness for the rest of my life.

Apparently, no one among those concerned would understand, nor would they want to; it would take lots of guts to convince them to have a change of perspective, for this is now the status quo. Worse, there might be nobody concerned at all.

Time and money wasted on people who apparently do not care that much (if any at all) is such a waste. :(

I have been drifting between new groups, and I would always be the adapter, the fitter. I wished for company, where I can identify myself with, and not those wherein I'd have to make big adjustments just so that I can fit in. I thought I had that. I was foolish enough to only realize it just now that I'm the odd one.

Now, I just feel alone... what hurts more is that I might have been living with illusions for a long time. :(