Life is freakin weird.
Living life is even odder.

There are days where I'm overwhemed by the sheer complexities of human nature and life itself.

Whether it's horror from how far and how dark a human being is willing to reach down.

Or in wonderment from the pure innocence of the young and unknowing. Something that is startlingly rare.

I can daydream for hours on the beauty of a paradox that is human nature. In that we are all so insignificant yet at the same time we are all our own little world's worth of importance.

Its the most fascinating thing.

Life is something that I'm living.
Meaning odd is a state of being.
I'm odd, meaning I'm alive.
I'm happy to be odd, in all the ways I can be odd. I'll be odd the oddest way possible until the day I can no longer be odd. That's the day I'll be dead. 

This probably has nothing to do with how a bio should be, but who cares. Bio means life. I think you get the picture.
... r/Im14andthisisverydeep