Can they see it? I wonder if my unhappiness is visible to everyone around me. Maybe hard to see, difficult to find. Difficult to decipher on certain occassions. I sit here in soliditude, forcing thoughts from the past out of my mind. Like they say: out of mind, out of sight. By now you've probably made a mental note that the words i just paraphrased are incorrect, documenting my mistake. And there enlies the issue. Thoughts being judged. Why? It's making being sane seem even more impossible. I just want to be limitedless, like Johnathan Livingston Seagull. Flying to where i please, to where i feel accepted and content. Happy. Free.
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