I have always wondered how it felt like to be around a group of friends who know you exist and give you the respect you deserved. Well doesn't feel good at all with my stage and all I've been through the slightest mistake can give me away and that might be the end of our friendship, is hard to hold a relation. I never wanted to get myself into this anyway, but normal people don't know that, I've lived with abnormal people all my life, they didn't give a damn if I was dying or not, if I had friends or not, they only wanted to turn me into an object, their object and they succeeded for years till I broke loose and escape.
Here am I, staring at the friends I've come to have unconsciously, trying to plot my story with the omission of triggering reality, all they have to know is the half-truth
