Is it bad that I feel disgusted when people gloat over how much money their clothes are worth? Like why does it matter? It's just a pair of shoes? I don't care if they're a thousand dollars. I'm still going to be weirded out about why you spent that much money on something like that no matter what brand it is. Geez, I can get some ratty looking sweater at the thrift store and be happy. Maybe I'm just weirder then most people. Or more stupid. Can't tell which, but I know that I'm different. I can't tell wether that's good or bad. People say be unique and be yourself, but it's the same people that criticize you for not being a cut out paper figure. So let's ask ourselves. Are we really different from others? Or are we just all fake? Saying we're different and unique because that's the thing to say, but not actually being different. How stupid. Sometimes I wonder why I'm here surrounded by all these critics. Then I think how I criticize them. So am I the same as them? I think I'm different and say that I am, just as they do so am I just following behind unknowingly? Slowly turning into a plastic figure. Do others do that? Not knowing that they're turning into the very thing they hate?
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Thinking Is A Nasty Habit
PuisiThis is just some of my poetry that I couldn't keep in anymore. They're my thoughts on how people feel, and what I feel. I did this particularly to see if anyone else thought similar or felt anything for whatever I write.
