Wrong

My thoughts have to go out someway. I don't know what to do, anymore.
But I'm gonna turn this situation into something good, because i don't believe in destiny, and i've got my strong free will here next to me and i'm gonna use it like i've never done.
Cause no one's going to read this so, i can do what i want. yes.
I mean, who cares about me? Do I? YES. I need a reason: that's my reason.
Once upon a time there was a girl, she was brilliant and everyone who looked at her was amazed. Then that time came and her mind became not so special, when she realized she actually was brilliant it was too late and too many bad things already happened. So there she is now, wondering why she wasted her life, do you wanna know what she answers herself? I'm not what they thought I was, but I still am what I thought I was.

Think, I have to think. Just a few more days.
She hates me, I don't hate her. They don't like me, I like them. They don't care about me, I care about me.
Only memories remain. Blue. I lie, that's what I do.