I think I am done of being nice with people

We feel tied...

Perhaps family restrictions, perhaps the long distances,

perhaps the opinions of others, perhaps the eyes and looks of others...

We want to do something else... We feel that there is something between us and ourselves, our freedom...

idk about you guys, but I'm the kind of person who knows exactly what he wants...

I know exactly the cause of my problems and I know exactly how to solve them...but I feel restricted...

I know I can remove the chains, the key is in my hand... But I don't know why I don't free myself...

Perhaps because prison is more merciful to me than the human monsters outside...

Which I am not afraid of... Rather, I am exhausted... And I am afraid that I may cause everyone who encounters me terrible psychological pain...

Maybe because there are so many out there who are lying, selfish, hypocritical...

They tell us not to change, but they change and leave us.

They tell us to be kind to them, but they slowly eat our souls...

They tell us we're the worst... I think I'm good at that thing at least.

I think I am done of being nice with people, until I see that they deserve that...