Performance: +1

We live on this small planet, weird huh? We live on the surface, a little deeper deep: laid underground, some wires, took out some subsoil, live on them. But the world in General is indifferent, there we are - no, this space sure does not care, and he doesn't even care about it, we gave it human qualities ... he does.
... But there is another world, the world this window is not visible. For this world is other Windows. This is my world, and everyone there really is such a world, I have no doubt. For this, there are other Windows.
The world just consists of those persons about which I spoke. There are faces of people I love, someone strong, someone not, someone loves me not deserved much someone loves me not.
And in this world, of course, I noticeable. The world will notice, there am I in this world or from this world I left.
I also understand that this world without me I can, and I want it perfectly without me. I would like that, I don't want to say that this world without me would be worse, I just really want this world to me was a little better, don't want anymore.
And this world consists of the very people about whom I said that I love. But I have, and for them none of those words; I love them, but they don't know me. Nobody knows me. No.
And sometimes I feel abused, so abused: come on, you fuss, you fuss? stop it! calm down, sit down, find these very words, well, find, at least for the closest relatives and...
A favorite person is, the most-most favorite and these favorite people there, who also don't know me, they love me for their own reasons, I love them on their own. And words for them were not found. Who is to blame? He is to blame. Blame myself, nobody knows me, because I don't have most of these words. Person favorite is, and the words for them there.

But I will walk on the street, all of a such complicated, full of himself "+1", - nobody knows me, I do not have those words, I don't know how to live my life, go here this..
But wherever we go, wherever we are, is always with us - I just don't know that, I was repeatedly convinced, with us every, always, always with us every things make our life... and our life consists of persons that are with us always faces the faces of those people that make up our life.

I want to live not just because I want to participate in life. I want to be needed by someone, because if I needed someone, I'm in someone else's life involved. Want to be fit as many people, I want to participate in life. I want to be waited for, loved, Yes, I want this!

I've recently realized about your favorite person such a thing. But I understood her, and realized that nothing I did. Although this thing, well, what I understand, it's so simple that I don't even understand how I did not understand before. Very simple. But I realized this and realized that I have this complicated life. But I'm not going to forget, now I'll live with it and, excuse me, please I'll tell you what I understand.
I understand that those who love me for real, not something imaginary, but to me, they love me not because I am good, but because they are beautiful. They like for whatever their reasons. To me these reasons are not clear. Exactly. They love me not because I am, but because they are.
I sometimes do, is otchebuchivayut, and then such a shame to look in the mirror.. They get angry, of course, they are offended, do not want to talk to me, grumble, swear, do not answer the phone.. But I love it. Love and forgive. Because the reason you love me is them, not me.
And those who do not love me, whom I unpleasant and even more so, who I'm disgusting, that they have reasons for the dislike I give.
But like everything some reason. Because when a person loves someone, he sees this man as no one else sees, and no love with a person to understand can not.
... that's why I got it? It has become more difficult, because to love and without that difficult. Oh.. love is really very difficult. Oh, how hard it is..
But how easy to love! Not to love is quite simple. The simplest thing might be: "don't like it!". And for this reason we produce so much dislike, produced in such quantities, because love - it's easier than, sorry for such a comparison than to pee to go.

Nobody knows me.
And when I'm at home, among loved ones, the friends and relatives, on the couch, like in warmth and comfort, I don't know how to live, and writhe on the couch from the fact that I can't find a pose to this pose and find it to stand to this position, to at least some time not to feel pain, pain that I don't know how to live.
And it's such a pain that so much, she does not fit in me, and this pain to the doctor-do not go, will not be able to articulate what hurts. And nobody can, even the relatives and friends, to explain what was happening to me. ... some soul, something painful.
Here in what sense no one knows me.
Nobody knows me because I have no words to explain what was happening to me. And if in this sense no one knows me, and in this sense no one knows me, because I understand that I do not have these words; if in this sense no one knows me, so I'm not part of humanity. I'm not one of them 7324742783, I always +1 for humanity. And that my loneliness is not only inevitable, but also necessary.. mandatory.

We are pleased to know that Oh, what-what, but the people we dealt with. All. All in all.

Because, really, you don't know me, the past by a man and a woman. They passed me once, and didn't even notice me...
Because then they do no one watching... they have no one else paid attention to... because they looked at each other! What thus attracted my attention and I spent them with her eyes.
I held them up and thought... well how these men and woman can each other to watch!?
After all, they are not beautiful, both of you!
<...> she spent a lot of time in the mirror, she had built this image... and in the end I was satisfied.
And she probably was surprised and shocked, if she to take and to show how I saw her... well, if I had the technical ability to connect to my head posting, display the image from the eye to the screen and show her... She would be surprised. Because she would clearly see is not the same as seen when looking in the mirror... And, perhaps, as if she was happy in whatever she probably would have loved it if her show as her saw the man, too, if he connect the wiring and to show her... in his eyes it was evident that he sees something more beautiful... and even more perfect than that saw a woman looking at herself in the mirror...

We can live with a man, side by side, all my life... to look at life, it would seem the same, and see it in completely different ways.

I always +1 for humanity, but not part of it.