A Slice of Heart

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How does it feel to be me?

It’s not going to be an easy task to explain it. Well I will try my best to do it. Let me draw a picture for you. Let’s pretend that you have someone who hates you, or let’s make it worse. You have several people who hate you, (or wait) make it worst. Everybody hates you.

Close your eyes and imagine that.

Done?

You should thank God for that. Compare to this. Nobody hate you. Because nobody even know your name. Why would they bother to hate someone they don’t even know?

Which one is better?
You decide.

Same Shit Different Year

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What a dull New Year's eve.. and nothing special happened.
Actually as far as I can remember, nothing special had ever hapenned for the last 25 years I breathe. Last night, behind my steering wheel, I drove alone with destination; nowhere. That New Year's eve or like any other New Year's eve, I always had nowhere to go and got nobody with me. I drove nowhere just because I thought it was better than staying in one place too long.
Then why I drove alone?
It's because I'm not someone who fits in the "almost everybody like" category.

And tragically..
I’m not even someone who fits in the “almost everybody hate” category either.

Let's play a game

Do me a favour.

Tell me who you are. Tell me who you were. Tell me who you want to be someday. Don’t be specific. Describe it as clear as you can. Take your time. Don’t be afraid that no one will ever read it. Write a book if necessary.

I’ll judge it.

You could be someone whom almost everybody like or you could be someone whom almost everybody hates.
Let me tell you who I am.

And then,
judge me.