i don't know the strategy, here... i don't know the game plan... so many stories... so many layers. each intertwined with each other. so much to say so much to ask. but everytime i start, she turns away... deaf to words, intentionally ignoring blocking the sound. wot am i to do? for they sweep everything under a rug. not the odd one out, after all... just too honest for them. i get it now, for years n years behind my back it seems, it was whispered; "she's the crazy one". not the case though, weird being ostracized n made 2 be the fool, put in a box, made out of glass walls, making it seem i'm part of the 'world'. oh how, she played me, still being played though. just open n more aware of my surroundings, but yet to know all the facts. she doesn't get, that sum1 is playing a game with unfair odds, 'coz she's not prepared 2 speak or rather own up 2 the truth. utter those words from theynth own lips. i desperately want to hear them for therein lies all the answers of so much unnecessary pain.