Sometimes feel like privatizing my blog.
Honest feelings can never be honest.
Thoughts can never be brushed off.
People read and judge you for it.
This is probably the only time.
Where I feel honest to myself.
And what? You read and judge me?
Seriously.
Criticisms?
Save it.

So many questions of why.
All resounding in my head.
Why can't I do what I want?
Why can't I be what I am?
Must I restrain myself for you?
Just because I am out of the norm?
It's not like I am cutting you out.
Is it that weird or unreasonable?
That I require a large personal space?
Am I that much of a deviant?
That I like being alone with my thoughts?

Sometimes death seems like a clean getaway.
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