Βασικά με έχει πιάσει οίστρος στις ξένες γλώσσες και έπρεπε με κάποιο τρόπο να το εκφράσω!!
, go downstairs and you might probably have breakfast with your father and mother, or just with one of them, or maybe just your mom or maybe with your children (if you have them), or maybe you don’t have breakfast at all because you’re too busy; Go to some places, it might be school, it might be your job, college, but you will always find someone around you, they come and say “Hello” and you say “Hello. How are you?” they will just answer “Fine, thanks” then life keeps going.
One of your dearest friends come to you or maybe a stranger (because strangers come to you or you go to them if you notice something weird), they are sad, someone has died, or got ill, or go to jail, or.. I don’t know, someone or something has hurt them. He or she starts to cry in front of you, your hands start sweating, speechless, don’t know what to say and then you feel like an idiot because you can’t help them at all, you don’t know what their feelings are, then most common phrase goes out your mouth “I’m sorry.. for everything you’ve been throught but you’re strong, everything will be okay”, then you hug them, wipe their tears and go away, like nothing happened, but on the road you start thinking, thinking of that person, you might wonder “What if that happened to me? What would they say to make me feel better? Are my friends gonna be there? If they are.. would they make me laugh or smile? Wait... Do I have friends?”, your perfect day start getting worse.
“Why am I alone?” you wonder as you walk on the sidewalk “Did I do something wrong? Are my actions bad? Do they want me around?”, too many questions you need to be answered, you look around and you find one of your friends, probably the one you spend more time with everyday, he or she notices you’re sad, they come and ask you “What’s wrong?”, you shake your head saying “I’m alright”, lie; your brain is killing you inside with those questions, after some hours, your perfect day is just another day, another routine.
“Everything will be okay”, such a bad advice, you feel like you’re falling down, sometimes sad songs help you to get worse, your friend comes to you again, worried, all the pressure of the day is now in your shoulders “LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU DON’T GET IT”, “What am I to you? What if I leave forever? Will you miss me?”, “Why is God punishing me this way?”, “What did I do?”, “Are you my friend?”, “DO YOU LOVE ME?” “I WANNA KILL MYSELF”, common phrases you use, your friend doesn’t know what to say, he or she is in the same situation you were, speechless. You go like “I get it” and you leave.
Afternoon, after crying your heart out, you notice you were wrong, you treated your friend in a bad way, you go to the person you hurt, that person is mad at you, so typical, but it does matter to you, then the other people around you is nothing, just people, you feel alone again like the beginning, your perfect day? Just crap. Everything is going worse and the good things you have that day? You can’t notice them, you’re temporarily blind.
HOME SWEET HOME: time to relax, to think about everything and regret about everything you did wrong, in a bipolar mood, you start feeling happy, again. And you say to yourself “I’m so fucked up”.
Sincerely,
Been there, done that ♥
Το πόσα ορθογραφικά παίζει να έχει δεν το συζητώ αλλά περνάω τη φάση μου και είμαι κάπως!!!
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