From time to time, I do love the feeling of being excluded, being forgotten. In that case, I can bathe myself in the world of nothing but me. It's said that the art of communication can be a lesson hard to learn. Before you convince someone, you have to convince yourself first. If you can't convince others, then confuse them. But how do you confuse yourself?
Being forgotten is like the world can still go on without you. Being forgotten is like there is nothing you can lose. Nobody will count you in, since you belong to nowhere. You are mentally invisible.
Ironically, I, at times, am eager to live under the spotlight. Stages are needed. Attention is necessary. Even though there is nothing better than being flattered, flattering words still, in a way, disgust me. Nothing happens without a reason. There's always a prica tag for everything. Sacrifice.
Every now and then, I feel like getting away from people. I'm not saying having my eyes stuck to the TV or PC. I mean, get away from the crowds and have conversation with myself. People wearing masks make me sick. They ignore things by smiling. They hide their fear by shouting. They call somebody's name by judging. I see everything in harmony but smell nothing but money.
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