It fucking HURTS!

   And I don't even know what the hell it is. But it hurts like a bitch, it hurts so much that I wanna cry, I wanna go away, I wanna die, I wanna forget. But still, I don't fucking know what it is.
   I hate myself in moments like this. I sometimes hate myself for what I am, for the simple fact that I can't be like the others. I can't be fucking normal, and have normal problems, normal thoughts, normal life. Then I remember: there's no such thing like a normal life, and I would be even more pissed at myself for being normal, being a part of them. Who are they? The people who refuse reality, and think only of cute things, a happy life and how thankful they are to 'God'.
   What I really wanted to say is don't you dare trying to change just because "others" don't like you. It's not even possible for everyone to like you, so be happy that you're not like them, be happy for your different mind, it will serve you well anytime, EVERY time, actually(although it fucking hurts sometimes).