I am extremely confused.

And when I get confused, I want to run away. Mentally. And physically.

I am scared. I am scared. I am scared.

Because I don't understand myself. Because I don't know what is going on. Because I can't get into your mind.

Because you are too talented. Because you are too popular. Because you are blinded.

I am not worthy of your friendship. I am not worthy to be with you when you may need help.

I hate being rejected. Yet I was rejected time and time again.

No.

No. I don't want all these to sound as if there's something fishy.

No.

I am unsure. I do not know what's the limit. I do not know how to react and show appreciation to your friendship.

I am me. Once I was proud of myself. Me.

Now, I am ashamed of myself. Because of your talents. Because of my life of lies.

When I first met you, I once openly told you to go and die. That's the start of my path to self-actualization. Because I really think that you didn't deserve to br treated like that by a near stranger. Sometimes I can get really angry with myself for being such an ungrateful and impolite brat. But I can't help it.

I am getting confused. I don't understand what you are thinking about. I feel that I am starting to be detached from the group. Now, I am understanding less and less of you everyday. Even losing some information about you from my brain. I have never really understood you at all.

This friendship is tiring.

But it is not your fault. It is mine.

I saw through every detail in life. And sometimes, I feel really tired.

I admit that I am jealous. How can you get so close with an aquaintance than with a good friend? I am an idiot. I am a moron. You are the talented. You are the genius.

I am confused. I hope I can just go away and never come back. The group can just continue with their lives. Just treat that I was never there. That I was never here at all.

I am tired of guessing. I am tired of being tired. I am confused.

We have more similarities than differences. But think again.

I am tired.
I am tired.
My friend, are you tired? Of guessing too?

I know you are...
That's one thing for sure.

I will never joke with you again.
I will never jeer laughingly at you again.
I will never...

Forget it. The more I say, the more people will get hurt. I should just eat all my stupidly moronically idiotic comments up and get poisoned myself. I am the guardian of myself. I can take it. You can't.

Bye bye evil twin.

Hello ashamed twin.

3:20 PM