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Book 2
Book 2
I had this feeling, since I remember that I was different, not a unique-type of
different, but an awkward kind. A kind that, people wouldn’t understand. I had
many thoughts, but I kept them all to myself, not that I didn’t want to share, but
the fact that I was afraid to share them. I couldn’t trust anyone, not that I was
paranoid, but I felt too insecure, or fearful to share them.
I always had this habit, to think about the future. To think of what was to become,
of me and the others around me. However, I believed that I would always seclude
myself from others.
Sometimes, I would feel really depressed for no apparent reason. I don’t know
why, but soon I would.
Me and my family, lived in an apartment. I was the only child, and I got a lot of
attention from my parents, too much that I didn’t want any more, in fact I wished
for less.