Entry 4: I’ll never truly be happy, nor will I ever be okay. I’ve been trying to come to terms with that. It’s hard. My entire family’s always been this way as well. I don’t know how they live with it. I often feel compelled to run away. Mostly from humanity as a whole. I can’t bear it anymore. Why are people so evil? Why do they do such horrible things to others? I’ll never understand. I don’t understand people. I often wish I wasn’t human, many already treat me like I’m not. I want to be away from it all. I want to be free. But no matter how far I run, there’s no escaping humanity. I’ll just be pulled into it again. Perhaps the freedom I seek is death. Sometimes I think death is the best thing for me, because as I stated before, I’ll never be happy. This world isn’t built for people like me. No matter how intelligent people say I am, I see no future for myself in this world. I’ll still try my best to find happiness even though it seems bleak. I’ll find my freedom.