I find that I am not much of a liked person. It's not that I don't want to be liked, I just...people just don't get me.
I feel as though I see the world in a different way, if that makes sense. I see its beauty for everything it's worth, but all the while not disregarding its flaws. I also understand that whatever humanity is left in this God-forsaken earth we inhabit depletes increasingly.
However, people find this truth unusual and ignorant, and in turn think of me as unusual and ignorant.
This truth is the truth that I have concluded, regardless of other's opinions, but that doesn't mean much to anyone but me.
I guess I'm not positive of what I plan to write about. But in a way, I guess I have to figure out this story like I have to figure out myself. And why it is that I am not a much liked person.
