Misunderstood.
If I had to put a title on my life, it would be this, Misunderstood. Highly.
The things that I do, the words that I say, My thoughts, my intentions, Me. I can’t escape it. And now I feel like people think I’m crazy. I’m the common denominator. It most likely is me. Maybe I am crazy. But I don’t get it. I just don’t. And I’m tired of trying so hard to explain myself. To justify my actions. To make people understand. I’m defeated and I don’t know what to do.












