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Spring     Summer     Autumn      Winter.

Every year consist of four seasons, I often think it's three to many. But in the end I know that we at least need one of those cold, colorless and dark periods of the life and the year. We need those things that we despise, otherwise we wouldn't appreciate the good things as they come.. They'll always come.

I wish more then anything right now that we wouldn't be stuck in what seems to be a combination of winter, spring and fall.. It's cold as the worst day in winter, the environment reminds me so much of the fall, and the colors makes me think of spring. Our houses turns to unguarded prisons, I am nothing but  a box in a cage. I hold all these thoughts all these emotions, and this weather won't let me deal with it. I'll remain in my room most of the time I'm alone. There is no one to tell me I can't leave, I'm the one in charge of me.. Still I'm stuck. If I try to leave for outside, try to find myself a place to reflect what's on my mind, I just can't. The cold and the lifeless surrounding just tells me to go right back home.

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"All the people you knew were the actors"
The smaller your town is the more the people in it have to prove themselves.
I really don't live up to the expectations other people put on me, I'm no one but myself, I will never be anyone else, would never want it.. How ever the people surrounding me, they depend on the rest of their flock. They work better in a group, where they can be anyone and anyone could be them. I'm so sick and tired of this, always judging, always rejecting people without even let them speak a word. The way you dress, talk, believe or whatever it now might be. It's all they need to see or know to place you in a folder along with everyone else.

This isn't happening

Well, It is...