Há 4 anos escrevi isto... Acho que nada mudou mas tudo parece diferente.

Sometimes I ask myself: What am I doing here? What do I have to give? Why others need me?

My answer is NOTHING.

I can’t be funny like others can. 

I can’t imagine having the fun they have. 

I can’t even imagine what it is like to be them.

If I could have asuperpower It would be invisible. 

I could watch the others living their lifes and they wouldn’t notice my presence. 

I would be alone in my corner without bothering anyone.

Why do they insist that I have to be like them? 

I'm not funny.

I'm not flirty.

I don’t like to push boundaries.

I don’t like to break rules.

Am I naive? 

Maybe! 

But I like my imaginary world and my things. 

I like to imagine that I could be someone else.

I don’t like being with people who can have fun without any problem. 

Why? Because I wanted to do the same and I can’t. 

I try but I can’t. 

I do't know why... Probably I'm just broken.

I'd love swap life with someone, even for a day. 

Feel what they feel and do what they do, without having someone looking at me with a face of disgust and contempt. 

I'd like to get out of this prison that slowly kills me.

I'd like to be a dream in someone's life. I'd like to want someone who wanted me back.

Dreams ... That's it: dreams. 

What can I do? 

I can expect life to continue and maybe someday I have the courage to change or get a miracle...