Do you know, what it is like, to walk in the stranger's street? With cold and loneliness surround the feelings... Trash everywhere with beggars and homeless people along the streets... It's pretty the same with what I've had in my life. Still, the struggle is infinite and continuing... I could tell that I am mischievous kid when I was small... My parents hated me sometimes. Especially mom, whenever she saw my room in such a mess up, dirty and untidy. That, would be just me. A Simple Life. And parents keep changing me to gain better. :T My bath toys were facebook and a radio. That would be enough for a nerd guy like me, living in my virtual world,without bothering anyone except my family... ;)
Looking back on my life, it’s the criticisms that I remember most and more clearly than the compliments. I remember the names in elementary school or the times when people teased me about being ugly, inappropriate and silly . In fact, there are many annoying titles that have been received by me, in the school years.The nice things that people said have taken a back seat. To help to spread the love, I made up my mind to just be nice to those people and try to keep distances as possible between each of us. No people were getting hurt during the process. I’m absolutely thrilled with the result. :D It’s my new favorite act since that time. And maybe it will be one of yours too :p p/s: Just maybe...
I never liked school; almost everyone thought I was a freak with bad haircut and look. I know how would feel. They treated me the same way. I didn’t want to play or hang out with other teenagers. I was too busy imagining that I was an engineer just like my father. I never was into sports. I wanted to improve my studies all day. Again I felt the same way amazing. :) The schoolmates didn’t like me. Probably close-minded they said. I said to myself "Who cares? I'll be your greatest stranger ever and It better be... " ;)
Since that day, I always talk to myself whenever I felt to. It was a "my brain were eaten by zombies" experience... and made myself turning into a zombie since that moment. >:D A zombie with no heart and feelings, towards criticisms upon me. Probably a stranger too. :/ I guess that what I'm trying to say is that, the reason I talk to myself is that I'm the only one whose answers I accept. why? Because, I wanna free myself of being manipulated by people and make me feel like I can create my own decision independently without rely on others. But sometimes I can get really lonely. Especially when I'm losing my hope. At that moment, the only thing that is on my mind is to improve myself better and this can be done with my prayer. Always believe in HIM. It's not always that easy when you're in depression, however you will be satisfied with it when it works on you. It's pretty that simple. Our life as human is just a phase, but the lifestyle will change the full hope and peace... :)
Looking back on my life, it’s the criticisms that I remember most and more clearly than the compliments. I remember the names in elementary school or the times when people teased me about being ugly, inappropriate and silly . In fact, there are many annoying titles that have been received by me, in the school years.The nice things that people said have taken a back seat. To help to spread the love, I made up my mind to just be nice to those people and try to keep distances as possible between each of us. No people were getting hurt during the process. I’m absolutely thrilled with the result. :D It’s my new favorite act since that time. And maybe it will be one of yours too :p p/s: Just maybe...
I never liked school; almost everyone thought I was a freak with bad haircut and look. I know how would feel. They treated me the same way. I didn’t want to play or hang out with other teenagers. I was too busy imagining that I was an engineer just like my father. I never was into sports. I wanted to improve my studies all day. Again I felt the same way amazing. :) The schoolmates didn’t like me. Probably close-minded they said. I said to myself "Who cares? I'll be your greatest stranger ever and It better be... " ;)
Since that day, I always talk to myself whenever I felt to. It was a "my brain were eaten by zombies" experience... and made myself turning into a zombie since that moment. >:D A zombie with no heart and feelings, towards criticisms upon me. Probably a stranger too. :/ I guess that what I'm trying to say is that, the reason I talk to myself is that I'm the only one whose answers I accept. why? Because, I wanna free myself of being manipulated by people and make me feel like I can create my own decision independently without rely on others. But sometimes I can get really lonely. Especially when I'm losing my hope. At that moment, the only thing that is on my mind is to improve myself better and this can be done with my prayer. Always believe in HIM. It's not always that easy when you're in depression, however you will be satisfied with it when it works on you. It's pretty that simple. Our life as human is just a phase, but the lifestyle will change the full hope and peace... :)
If I had nine of my fingers missing, I wouldn't type
any slower till now.... sorry peeps. That's all from me till now... thanks for reading... :)
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