Sometimes I hate my family. But sometimes I still love them.

I know everyone says that
           about their own clan. Cliché I know...

And maybe that's what I'm doing, going through a phase called growth.

Even though sometimes I feel like I'm staring at myself trying to fit into a family, being fake not acting like my real self.

It's like... Their strangers I've known all my life.

I think it's about feeling accepted into your family. Not feeling like you have to hide yourself. Fear of being rejected, disowned or worst left behind.

For now I have to try, the delusion of love.

The reasonable sacrifice of acceptance.

Time to be silent.

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