Can I just rant for a moment.
Why do people judge and assume things about me? It's quite annoying. And I'm not talking about the, "Oh. I thought you liked this candy. Oh well, more for me! " Noo no no no no no no no. No! That is perfectly normal. I'm talking about the things that aren't obvious. The things that people assume just because of the people I talk with, the things I'm interested in, the people I don't like, the little things that make up who I am.
Our society has a way of making us wonder whether or not what we are is okay. If what we are is acceptable. If what we are is the real deal. If what we are is normal. I don't get it. Am I not deserving of sense? Am I not deserving of love?
Apparently not because I am loved by no one. I am not normal. I am not accepted... But. Why? I still don't understand. If being normal means being fake, not being myself, why would I want to do that? To fit in.
It's a common misconception that everyone wants to fit in. That everyone wants to be loved. While that might be true for most people it's not true for everyone. Some people just want to hide. Want to hide in the darkness. Some people just want to never be seen again and just to be left alone. Some people aren't comfortable with "fitting in" or "being popular". Some people just want to be themselves. So why can't you let them?
Because of beliefs. People believe that for someone to be normal they need to be exactly like them. That people can't have their own opinions or their own thoughts and ideas. That couldn't be more wrong, could it?
Well, what if I told you that it could. It really can. The world has gone NUTS. The society we live in is ruinous and destructive. Socially and emotionally.
The worst part is that it doesn't seem like there's a way for there to end. There doesn't seem like there is an end. I don't think that there ever will be an end to this madness. And of there is, I hope it'll be gone for good.
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Hi! I know this chapter was kind of... Dumb. But like whatever... deal with it.
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Mysterious
PoetryLove is different for all of us. Some is given. Some is taken. Some is one-sided. Some isn't. Hate is different for all of us. Some is given. Some is taken. Some is one-sided. Some isn't.
