darkville

i dunno about you but i do consider myself as a weirdo. a pessimist, a freak, a wallflower. i'd rather think about the situations i'm in rather than finding solutions or talk about it. i've been told countless times of how unapproachable and a stuck up i am but somehow or other , i cant be bothered to make them think any different of me. maybe i live in my very own world. maybe i am a misfit or maybe i am different.silence has always been my lifelong soulmate and it will never cease of being such. people talk about love with conviction but my faith in love is so flimpsy that it might break in a fleeting second. sometimes i wonder, what is soo wrong with me. what did go wrong? why am i the way i am today? why are my clouds always dark and dense, constantly threatening rain? why cant i ever let anybody in? and sometimes too, why cant anybody understand me? am i that hard to interpret? hmm?