I know that everyone is different. You cant help though what you don’t like. Its hard to be around something you think you know but they have to put off a certain image of themself. Images that  I’ve never seen. You thought you knew this person. Then you see it and it makes you sick. Are you a shitty person for not liking someone who claims to be what makes you sync? When it comes to uniting as a front they’ve joined another front . Turns out that you were the one that was seeing the mirage. I guess you can take the person from the place but not the place out of the person. You shouldn’t judge anyone by that principle alone. Its when you get deceived and they are that difference in front of you. Communication is a key that we don’t have. That door is locked but I will say I pound on it trying to say who I am .  Getting who they are out of them or an explanation. Its sucks because its such an obvious thing when you see it. They cant except the responsibility that they are what they are. NO I don’t want to see what some one gave you. You gave away what I was trying to give. Gave it away and said you didn’t give a fuck . Funny thing is that they write you something which you now see as bullshit. We have no language between us and you cant have one if only one person wants that. When one person still only wants whats best for them and not whats best for the team. A team must have a language in order to compete with any other team or the world. You need a building with a strong foundation. God...Why does it make me so mad? Why cant i just move on from it? If I don’t like it, why cant I just find where I need to be and where I want to be? Well I think I’ve created this imaginary ball and chain that I keep myself hooked up to. Only thing that comes to be positive is that I get inspiration to hone the feeling into a creation of some sort. It sucks though thinking about all the time that has been wasted on what you hoped was something that was going to be bright but its still that orange light that you been around your whole life.The light that I want to break free of but a familiar feeling makes it better something that will always be the same. The bumps on your skin get fuzzy and your eyes feel the fuzzy light. Its something I don’t want to live with this much longer. I need to free my spirit from this bond.I’ll just go to sleep on it and forget that it happened. Slowly wasting my life. Not letting what needs to get out be free. Then knowing its to late. Well its time to go just need to choose whether its unknown.