At a certain time, you realize that some people are not like you think they are. Maybe some things that happen had a propose, they wanted to do it in fact. Ok, it can be truth. But it also can be lie. Let's consider that it is, in fact, as you tought it was. It sucks.... I mean, there is not a small thing about you, like you were a ghost and no one noticed about you... So fuckin cool... Sorry for the mess, I know this is a bit confuse, but the point is that I'm pissed off with my world and people around me, and everyone knows it, but anyone cares. And those who cares about it, I can't just tell them, I'm so tired of this. I kinda see my happiness dependent of lithium and medicines. I don't want be happy because I took some medicine. I don't want to pretend I'm happy if I'm not. The worse thing someone can do is to fake it. To pretend you're happy and having 100% fun, is just the worse crime I can imagine (like Kurt Cobain said). It is called hypocrisy, and I hate it. I won't tell to the world that I love everyone around me, and life is pink. No, life's not pink, life's not easy, it sucks. But it just depends on you if you want to see life grey and black or a pinky life.