Right?
And as あなた enter life does everyone place their bets on if あなた will succeed または fail? As あなた age, through those terrible fucking years あなた go through, everyone seems to have a ナイフ at your throat waiting for あなた to mess up so they can apply もっと見る pressure to the blade? So they can wait 'till あなた mess up again and dig it deeper, and slowly through all your mistakes あなた make, all the small mistakes あなた make, the people holding the ナイフ to your throat get the chance to slit it. And drop the weakest link, because once あなた mess up, since everyone thought あなた were perfect and expected あなた to excel in every fucking piece of shit あなた do, there is no need for you.
Right?
It seems like the whole world, seven fucking billion people on this small dying planet, is holding their breath watching as あなた walk the tightrope of life. even you.
But what about the six billion, nine hundred ninety-nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, and nine hundred and ninety-nine other people? Are they all on tightropes, too? And if they are, those blasted bastards, do they have the support and cords that あなた aren't aloud to have? Because あなた have no imperfections, that's why あなた aren't aloud. And when あなた open your mouth to scream for help, because you're almost falling, they sew it up to keep it shut. No complaints must come from the world's perfect kid.
Right?
So along あなた travel, maturing and aging, but those fucking people, that had a ナイフ to your throat, now add one to your back. あなた gain some フレンズ but they are those people, and as your trust for them grows the blade is slowly digging into your skin, あなた can feel it too. But as the fucking good little angel あなた are, あなた keep your head high, and be a trooper though the tears burn scars into your heart. The trust that once was a lively flame is put out によって treason, and is now nothing but a ember glowing in the ash. あなた keep walking though, 'cause there is always light at the end of the tunnel, someone waiting for あなた to stoke the little ember, care for it and add a little love, that will set it ablaze.
Right?
But what if that special one doesn't come? What do あなた do? あなた then grow up believing あなた were never good enough for anyone; anything. How could anyone 愛 a freak like you? Someone that doesn't know how to fight and just takes the shit that is thrown at them? But あなた were raised that way? あなた were always taught to be loving and compassionate, and because every time あなた did stand your ground and fight back the knives would cut あなた down till あなた were nothing.
Right?
So here あなた are at the guillotine, there is no need for you. あなた stood up for yourself, and people that do that can only have one fate: Have everyone against them and face their extermination. The breath of the everyone is let out in one exhale, all the money placed on the 表, テーブル for あなた failing is awarded to the betters, and あなた are going to fall like the rest of the freaks that don't fit in.
Right?
Wrong.
あなた back away, and dive off the tightrope. Who wants to live a life like everyone else, when あなた can live free. Who gives a fuck if everyone around あなた spits in disgust, you're you.
So even if あなた don't feel needed, even if あなた aren't brand new, even if あなた aren't the shiniest, または the strongest, the thickest, または the coolest. あなた are still あなた and even if あなた are the weakest link, あなた sit in the middle of the connection, and the chain you're on will break apart without you.
Right?
Right.
((Just feeling bad about myself today and felt like 書く it out... I don't care if this get one view または none.. it just felt goof to get it out.))
