Holocaust

This day is never good.
For others it named worlds war II.
And for Japan it's probably memorial day of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
This day sucks everywhere.

So here is a piece of a note I wrote today (I write notes constantly)

No sides she said, and then she cleared me that she's constantly lying.
The worst part that she became awful no less then all the bullies I've passed through.
She took my best friend.
Now my best friend ain't nothing but a shadow of a girl that I used to love, to know, to understand. 

This demon that making shadows from other people also used me.
I helped her.
She stabbing me, in front of my face,slamming her knife into my heart with me to look how I'm tearing apart. 

So now the devil in a mask of a girl, saying that there's no sides.
Obviously, there is one side, and I'm not part of it.
She picked a bully instead of a friend.
But maybe it's good.
For me. If you might understood.
I'll live better, being alone.
Talking to people that for me is unknown.

So today Yali (the demon i'm describing really pissed me off today.

Now it's evening (I posted the upper stuff at noon) and my parents complaining that I'm being a snob.

Why am I upset?

Because I think I am.

Great.

Tomorrow It's anniversary and a happy day, but I'm not in mood.

That's that I'm using better kind of language, because now when everyone talks like garbage to each other someone must remember how to talk.

That's that I'm preferring to log off from the world it's because I don't want to get hurt, as high the exceptions as twice the disappointment.

That's that I play music that her words don't include the words "shit" "fuck" "bitch" and alike it's because I'm hearing music that talks to me, not because I hate everyone's taste.

So why being myself is so hard? 

Why so many bad comments?

And then why so many people wonder why people have masks?

People's masks are "flawless", "perfect", "great". 

People's personalities suck.

People's personalities are awful.

People's personalities aren't perfect.

BUT WHAT THE PROBLEM WITH IT?

What stopping me to scream all my problems, being "appropriate"?

So why won't I fly paper planes with all my troubles, with all my traits, with all the things I think?

Why not?

Why not when I can?

Why not when it's possible?

Why not?

So whenever I can I'll fold paper and write what I feel and let it go, or tear it apart, or destroy it and make it gone in any other way?

Why not?

People have masks,
When nobody asks,
Who you are?
Is it painful? Like a scar?
What are you wearing?
Can't you start sharing?
So get rid from the mask,
And then they will ask.

No one really used it before.

I wrote it.

Everyone masking who they really are.

And nobody knows because no one ever asked if it's really them.

So what if your past is painful, it's still past -and believe me I KNOW what it's painful past- you are new page whenever you want.

So you can't start sharing, share only the things you can, and what you absolutely can't don't.

  So destroy the mask, and then they'll know who you really are.

So I'll start in the mission Planes and getting friend back (gfb) with Everest (iphone, ipod and I don't know if ipad app) and making a dream come true.