I bid my goodbyes to Zeno and went down stairs. The time while I was walking down stairs seems really slow and I don’t feel like going home, I mean I can’t even call that house a home. I don’t really belong there and I don’t even feel that I belong there even back when I was kid, but I guess I don’t really have a choice, because even if I don’t feel that I belong there I still love them.
It’s really hard to be in the place that you don’t belong, thinking that every small thing made them so disappointed. I can’t help but to think is is really hard to love someone like me, am I really that complicated to be loved? I wish I could have atleast one day just for myself, a day to breathe, and a day just to think for myself. If only, just by thinking that I am not fine, and I was just forcing to be fine. I pity myself for that, and it makes me cry.