The only time I can be myself is when I am alone. I am bitter. I have so much hate running through these veins. You wouldn’t believe it. If you think you know me then you don’t. If you think you can imagine me then you cant. I am what you least expected. I am like that random fucking rain pour on a summer’s day that wasn’t in the weather forecast. I’m that fucking thorn that’s stuck in the soul of your foot and wont come out. If you want to be my friend, don’t even try it. Because I don’t feel love. Or emotion. I cant. Since I am bitter. Since I am in the darkness. Since the only love I have known was from my own father – and it was the most unnecessary way of showing affection towards his spouse. Just don’t. Just don’t even try with me. You wont get anywhere. I am stubborn. This is how I am. You can’t change me. You can’t make me a happy person who would exchange a razor for a flower. No you cant. So stop trying.