Chapter 2 - Them

Is it me or is it them?

I always think, of course there is no answer.

Even though they gave me a chance, I hate them and sometimes I'm really scared.

Saying hello, continuing the conversation, and giving them a chance is not something I can do.

I am myself. My thoughts will continue until I can talk to someone like me.

They're always talking, laughing, energetic...

It must be nice for them, I'm jealous. I really don't care if my jealousy is wrong, seriously. So what can I do if I feel this way? But if I told someone this, the first thing they would say to me is, "This is so wrong."

I guess that's why I keep my thoughts to myself.

I can't talk to them, whenever I talk about the things I like, they change the subject, I'm not really into normie stuff.

I can't chat with them, my tongue slips, I talk too fast, I can't communicate, they don't understand me.

I run away, then I come back. They force me to communicate.

They always find a scapegoat, it's me. Hello!

In short, we have no common tastes, no common features, no common purpose, why should I talk to them?

Hah, that's not how things work. You feel compelled to communicate. It hurts when no one looks at you when you enter the classroom. You feel incompetent when you can't blend in. You want to talk to someone.

Therefore, they are my worst enemy, but also my only real escape route.