⋆⋆⋆ "Makarov, have you ever heard the phrase, the enemy of my enemy is my friend?"

My screams are loud, just to have the hope that someone will hear my pleas, my eyes are big and expressive just to know if someone finally notices my sadness and discontent, I am a teenager but I don't behave like one, no I don't know if I could meet the expectations of others, I have always been called “strange” and told that I have to be “normal”, but those same people who say this believe that they can survive in a “normal” world, of course not.