I feel sad. It seems that I don't know myself anymore, there are times that I transform myself into a person totally different from what I am. I become a cold person, one who insults everyone around me, hurts even the people I love the most.
I don't want to do what I do, I don't want to yell at people, I don't want to insult them, I'm not in myself when I do. It's probably revolt because of the disease. This revolt brings me peace but it also alienates everyone around me. I thought people understood how I feel, but not since they turn their backs on me. I don't even know if I'll be surprised, because I think that in a way I was already waiting. Wasn't it enough that there was this misunderstanding, they also had to come to judge me? To call me lazy, if they're always questioning why I leave in the middle of class, if I leave it's because I just can't be sitting…no one suffers more than I do when that happens. I'm not lazy, my pains are real, I have them at all times of the day and night. I already suffer enough, I don't need to be called something I'm not and above all to judge me ..
Merci pour la lecture!
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