I feel like a mannequin most of the times. Dressing up for society to accept me and deem me as 'normal' and not someone who is a 'weirdo'. I guess dressing up appropriately is acceptable but not to the extent. No, I never been that kind and plus, I'm not that daring and adventurous when it comes to dressing up. Somehow, I feel it's safe to say that when you are living for the society, it has become a part of you and then it all becomes a norm which is okay and become forgettable over time. I am a mannequin, I am a mannequin of life, standing behind a glass where my friends and family can communicate and look at each other, but they'll never be close to me. Pardon me, I sound so emotional right now and you can probably imagining me slitting my wrist.
Like a mannequin behind a glass, I feel the same way as you bro. How does it feel like being stucked inside a box with colourful decorations and luxury goods that people would pay so much for. Furthermore, they dressed you up nicely just for fun. The truth is, you're worthless without the goods and the clothes.
I feel like a mannequin most of the times. Dressing up for society to accept me and deem me as 'normal' and not someone who is a 'weirdo'. I guess dressing up appropriately is acceptable but not to the extent. No, I never been that kind and plus, I'm not that daring and adventurous when it comes to dressing up. Somehow, I feel it's safe to say that when you are living for the society, it has become a part of you and then it all becomes a norm which is okay and become forgettable over time. I am a mannequin, I am a mannequin of life, standing behind a glass where my friends and family can communicate and look at each other, but they'll never be close to me. Pardon me, I sound so emotional right now and you can probably imagining me slitting my wrist.
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