"It's what I call complicated" It's so hard to be a hero, so hard to be appreciated. Why, when I am always trying my best to be the best I can after that freaking incident last year, this still happens? I am constantly reflecting. Trying to be the best I can. To be matured, sensitive and just good enough for you guys. But, end up, it's just so hard to be a hero. Try as hard as you can, but the result is still the same. Why must you all treat me like this? I had enough of last year. I really had enough. I been lying to myself all these while. I hadn't totally got over it. And now, this has to happen. Just what went freaking wrong? What went haywire? What? Tell me. I've been hiding my emotions for the longest of time. Whenever I am frustrated, impatient or unhappy, I always put on a mask. a happy mask. Why? Because you people hate emo people. You people just don't care about me whenever I am unhappy. I feel so left out. I finally understand how those 2 felt. Because your world just didn't exist with us in there. I really feel like leaving all these troubles behind and just relax. What happened in the beginning was an illusion. A sea of illusion. It was deceiving, and did indeed, with its aim, fool me. What's the meaning of this? Life will never go so smoothly. Life can never be a happy one. Life is just so upsetting. Life will never, even with successes, even with the ups in life, be a nice one. Such is the fate of human. I don't even think humanity exists in this world. The only good souls who really care all so damn dead, except for a few. I am always reminscing. I miss my grannies. I still haven't gotten over them okay. That's why, everyday is a living hell for me. The feeling of being accused, the feeling of trouble and loneliness are all something nobody can understand. Because it is just so hard to express them face to face. Because there are just somethings you prefer to keep it to yourself. Because somethings are just like that. I originally thought Dunman would mean a new life. But, how wrong was it. Life in Dunman sucks. Sucks totally. It's just so hard to be a hero. So hard to fit in. so hard to conform to expectations. So hard to be. A hero. Life's deceiving. Nobody really cares. Why is it so hard to be a human? I miss my old life. Perhaps all these wouldn't have happened if not for last year. Perhaps I should have just kept to myself. Then you guys can go out there and be happy. Without me. Cause it's just so hard to be sensitive and be understanding. I hate you freaking incident last year. Cause you caused so much stress and torment. It's freaking affecting me like shit. And now, this has to happen. So what's the use of life you tell me?
