Support

I'm a guy who... Can easily lose hope when things are not in order or not as expected. Worst still I'm a perfectionist.

The sadness is, there's always no one there to support when I'm down. Yes, I'm being blunt about this. Seriously, none.

But then again I lived this way for 18 years already. I don't think that I can't handle this again.

Just have to keep believing.

Fuck the world.
Fuck you all.

The lies of what magical things friendship does. The lie that says your friends can look through your fake happiness mask, into your problems. Lies. All lies.

I never met anyone or saw anyone who can do that besides me myself.
Why?
Because I practice my credo.
Do what I want to be done onto me.

I developed the skill to look through people's mask. Often times I am correct.
But never the other way around.

All lies. All the brainwashing about friendship the world gives us. Lies.

Or maybe that these lies are those things that gives us hope and faith, even though it's impossible?