I never can like this city.
I never can fit in this city.
No matter how hard I try, this place will never allow me to settle in peace for some reason. In fact, I’ve already figured out the reason why I wouldn’t be able to fit in this place.
The only thing I’ve left in my hands is to put a fake smile on my face saying hi to people around me. It’s barely working.
I’ve been wondering how they’d react if they saw the real me without acting and rolling the model that people could picture of me.
I tried the first few years coming to like the city and people right here. I wanted to get rid of my biased opinion on the people and their ways of living. It’s healthy to have different opinions on things from people to people depending on how and where they grew up.
But this silent voice is too loud. I can’t help myself but hear it every single day. This is not the city to live for me. Those people aren’t who I want to be with comfortably. I don’t belong to this society. I’m a cancer cell to everything I have around me right here.
I should've been removed from here sooner or later. This year could be the year.