This is a girl's story, maybe you cold not understand.
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I am a girl, very quiet since I was a baby.
At that time, many people said to my mother:
Don'worry, she will be talkative when she grow up.
And I grow up now, but quiet as before.
In the outgoing world,
I was hurt.
But I do not regard myself as a lower person.
Why the world with divesity of cultuarl does not allow this kind of "quite" to exist?
I believe in myself for many years,
"Be yourself !" A strong voice, from my deep heart,
Because, "quiet" unables you to thinking,
"quiet" makes you a different person from the majority,
"quiet" gives you much time to relax your spirit,
"quiet"allows you to reading deeply of a book.....
Why I must change the inner quality of myself to be another person?
In order to, survive this world?
I remember a film The Lengend of 1900,
The pianist, in order to continue to make "quiet"music from god,
He choose death, another way to be eternal.
So what's wrong with the word "quiet"?
However, as time passing by,
My heart is difficult to stay in peace.
Feeling lonely, cold and sad.
Eager to communicate with others,
but found no person.
Lying on the bed,
I felt my flood flowing,
with sorrows.
The real world,
seems so close to me,
but actually so far.
A thick glass,
separate me from the real world.
Looking around me,
Every person,
seems all so happy together.......
Only me,
Only time,
Only wind,
Only rain....
I don't know why.
What's wrong with myself ?
What's wrong with "quiet"?
Since graduation,
In the huge city,
only me,
no boy friend, no girl friend,
few old friends.
Even a few good friends during college time,
seems don't like to communicate with me now.
I am a girl,
lack of relationship.
There are only two person in the world,
who care about me.
They are my parents.
I am living only for them.
Am I wrong?
Am I an unnnecessary person in the world?
Is it a mistake to bring me to the world?
In the dark night,
listening to the songs of "Enya",
songs from heaven,
from church,
from the whole sky......
My heart got peace for a while.
But,
After the nights,
Waking up in the morning,
how will I face,
the real world?