Gray.
That's all I see as the shrill sound of hallway bells quickly spreads everywhere, causing pained expressions to appear on many faces. I watch them as they cringe, then proceed to my locker, shaking my head in the crowded hall. It's no longer worth the time.
I know I'm unlike others. I don't need to be told. I know I'm considered a "downer"; as if I haven't heard that on a daily basis by some bum in my classes. I'm not a pessimist, nor an optimist. I'm a realist, and that's all. I speak truths everyone can understand, and I don't give a shit whether it harms you or not.
Chances are I don't give a shit about you at all.
My main focus is flaws. It's a simple concept to explain. For example, my views can be compared to a grape. We, humans, are all soft on the inside. We become damaged quite easily. On the outside, we are smooth or shriveled. We all want to be smooth skinned grapes: we want to be used and accepted as we are. But if we are shriveled grapes, we will be disposed of. Real life wise, that simply means you are not liked, valued, or accepted. There is no in between, there is no winning. There is no victory in a classification at all.
Frank Iero, that's me. Small kid, small town. Professional fucked up raisin.
-A/N-
Wow, this was pretty short. I really apologize for it. It's more of an intro, not a first chapter. But it's sufficient. This is probably going to suck, but I'll possibly do some extra editing tomorrow, and maybe even post the crack fic my best friend and I collaborated on. Would you guys like that?
xøMay.
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Patron Saint of the Denial
Random"You fucked up?" he said. "On the inside, a little," I said. "Then why the hell aren't you doing anything about it?" he snapped. "Because I'm already working on it."
