The moment I was born, I had been misunderstood.
No one ever dared understand me, see my perspective, think of or about me, why?
Had I done something wrong?
Whenever I say something, it either triggers or offends that persons. Though it is often ignored first!
Why?
I like writing, editing, watching anime, reading manga, or even talking to people online, is it so bad?
Why am I always judged before I can even say anything about myself?
What wrong had I done to deserve this?
That's, that's... That's what I used to think, before I met someone who would understand me better!
She'd always listen, always stay with me, no matter what, she kept saying we can never be togather, I had always wondered why...
Before waking up from the first and last ever lucid dream...
For all the times I had spent on people to make thme understand that I am also worthy of a litile bit of attention, bro, they don't even praise me for the things I have learn, or motivate me for the things I want to learn.
The moment I was born, my destiny had been set to being the silent boy who'd listen to everything olders say, i'd hated that, so I requested freedom. Yet again ignored.
Whenever I say something that is a little deeper to understand, I am ignored.
Whatever I do, is wrong for them.
Even the littlest actions for them are useless. For them, it is bad, and they will force me to never do it again, saying it's for my sake while it's really not. Never...