2 Claim The Stars ♥

Chapter 1

Happiness is the only thing that forbid me to do anything, same with sadness. I shouldn't feel so much emotion. I should not be hyper. In short, I should not enjoy my life. I should be happy for being steady. I should only feel one emotion, and that is numbness. My life sucks, you know?

Too much? Nah, too bad. I can't count the nights I cried without tears. I cry everytime, everyday, every second, without any tears. I am that peculiar. I'm amazing right? No. Call me a pessimist. I am just being realistic. I already know what will happen to me at the end. I already know.

"Thalia, come here honey" mom said with open arms and smiled. I embraced her so tight.

"Are you ready?" mom asked.

"I think so." I whispered.

"I know it'll be hard, but stay strong honey, mommy will always be here for you" mom

I took a deep breath. Today is my first day at school and I'm already late.

"Mom, chill. I can do this." I said.

Another school year of suffering. I should maintain my pokerface. I shouldn't feel so much emotions. Which is the reason why I suffer every fucking school year. Socializing with other students isn't my thing. In fact, I don't have a friend, and I'm okay with it.

I arrived school without being noticed. I arrived at my class without being noticed. I participate in class without being noticed. I even graduated in college without being noticed.

I was like a wind. I am everywhere, but you won't notice. I was like a wind. Passing by each student without being noticed. I was a nobody, but a nobody who has the most impractical dream.

As you can see, I have a psychological disorder. This didn't occur because of trauma, it just suddenly popped and messed with my very-wonderful-always-fun life.

But this won't stop me from dreaming. I may seem hopeless but dude, I also have a dream. A dream that I would like to convert and make it part of my reality.

I always wanted to fly beyond Earth, beyond the stars, beyond the galaxy. I wanna fly. I wanna feel free. I want to explore. I want to have a purpose. I want to live peacefully outside this goddamned dying planet. I hate to see people recklessly ruining their only home.

I graduated and worked at NASA. There, I was a researcher. I know I won't have the authority to fly a rocket for being a reseacher, but I know I'm only a step behind my dream. Flying skyward. I'll fly out of Earth, leaving humanity behind. Savage? No. My co-people are more savage than me.

I may have a freaking psychological disorder shit, but I'm the only one who feel more sane than others. What happened to the normal people who's having a good life? Party here, party there. Enjoy here, enjoy there. But that enjoyment of theirs will soon become sorrow when they finally realize their mistakes. See? I'm more sane.

Don't you there underestimate people with psychological disorders, because sometimes we are more sane than you do.