So what if I'm alone?
At least, I am not like my classmates who seems to look on the negative side most of the time.
And, me seemingly alone does not mean I'm always lonely.
I've got very nice imaginations for me. And I feel very happy like pure innocent child.
They said I do not have friends.
I disagree with that.
I have friends. I assume that they know a person's friends reflect oneself (what I wanna say is that friends are extensions of ourselves; we are actully attracting to us those we find to have some characteristics similar to ours. And if I really like to get something, I become persistent in trying to get it.
I can get along with those who want to get along with me.
My mind centers on morality. Although I only read a few of Tolstoy's works, I like him very much. Socrates too. Aristotle too. Plato too. St. Augustine too.
Diotima too. Michelangelo too. Peter Tchaichovsky too. Leonardo da Vinci too. Goethe too. Margarrete Moore too. Beethoven, Mozart, Nietzsche, Rosseau and many more.
Ah, my heart is filled with their beauty. Oh so much beauty! Oh God!! Beauty!! So Beautiful!! Can I die now? Haha I'm exaggerating. I'm very very happy when I think of their works. I imagine myself with an innocent smile on my face lying on the ground of a very beautiful garden surrounded with beautiful flowers.
Before, I thought like this: if I feel happy or sad, will you understand it? So assuming that the answer is no, I did not tell so much anyone of my feelings.
what's the point telling it to other person when that other person cant understand it? <-- is my thinking. But what I failed to think is about the effect. Who knows, that in telling my feeling, he also might feel happy regardless of having understood other person's feeling or not.