Occasionally, my past sneaks in and poke me a little. It is like it never wants me to forget. It doesn't bother me that much any more. Still. It always caught me off guard. What can I do right? I was the one that created it...
Sometimes, it makes me feel like there is no way that I could ever start over. Have a new beginning. Different life... People from my past doesn't seem to want to let go. They pass on the stories, the rumours and the lies to the people in my present. I consider myself lucky though. They might not understand, but they respect and accept. That is something that certain people from my past couldn't do. It does not really matter whether have I done anything to them or not. What matters to them, is what they have seen and heard. They never really know the truth. Even knowing now wouldn't change anything...
I am different but I am not different. I am abnormal but I am normal.
Just one question; What gives you the right to hate someone, when you don't even know them?
