Hi, everybody.
Maybe this is part of my story that I will tell you.
Just call me, "H" (Ejh)
Surely I'm a man.
Sorry, I can't say my real name, because when you know for sure he will hunt me down.
He always comes to me when my name is called by anyone.
Maybe this story doesn't make sense and is beyond human reach.
Am I not human!?...
Surely I'm human like all of you. There are only a few things that make us different.
Yes, I hope you can understand me and can understand what my words and stories mean.
Now I sit in 3rd grade in middle school.
Middle School is a very beautiful time. For those of you who feel it.
But not for me.
Many of my classmates moved away from me, the incident happened when I was in the first grade of middle school.
All that made my life change.
Many of them are away from me because they say I'm a weirdo.
They moved away from me because they were afraid of me.
Afraid that they think I'm crazy.
Sometimes they think I'm talking alone, sometimes they think I'm laughing alone, sometimes they think I'm playing alone.
They are the ones who don't know.
I don't have a friend at all. I'm just friends with my friends, yes they're the invisible ones better than they are seen friends.
Those who are invisible can always cheer me up and invite me to play when I'm alone. And when I was sad they came to comfort me.
It does not mean that from them my classmates are evil, aren't they?
But they just cannot understand and understand me as I am.
But sometimes I also feel scared when I meet them that I shouldn't meet and see.
Yes, those who are not calm and confused determine the path in the middle of Life named "Between".
Those who have not been able to leave have something that is still left behind that they cannot carry away with them.
My parents understood my situation. It is they who are always loyal to guide me so that I can control my abilities.
Have you ever heard of INDIGO!?... Or people that have Ability of their senses, Sixth sense.
Surely many of you have heard that word.
Hmmm, I could say I was the same as intended. I can see them, I can communicate with them, I can see someone's future, I can see his past and what they feel now.
And I can see someone's honesty.
Maybe if you feel good about being me.
You are wrong.
My ears are very sensitive, sometimes I hear a lot of sounds that I don't know where they come from.
My eyesight is also very sensitive, I can see those who are invisible and I can see someone's memory just by touching them and seeing their eyes.
Sometimes I feel uncomfortable with this. But I am always grateful for what God has given to me.
It's nice to be able to vent what I can't chat with other people.
There are still many experiences that I will share with all of you.
Greetings from me.
H (Ejh)