Not many people understand me, that's a fact. They don't get why I can't just let go of things, why things that don't bug most people bug me. They don't seem to see why I don't like myself, why it's a struggle to stay happy, to be a good person for everyone. They think all of my issues is an act. Or worse they can't handle who I am. They wonder why I act childish or why I try to use humor all the time. They don't see why I don't leave my past events there or let go of one of my exes. They ask why I don't clean up, or why I dont take better care of myself. They wonder why I don't do things for myself more. They ask me how I'm feeling, some people knowing I will lie about it. They wonder why it's so hard to stay out of the hospital, or why I get so depressed a lot. They just don't understand.