I am, or at the very least I feel like, the personification of a rather unfortunate or miserable concept.
The lonely romantic, the darkest corner of an existence, personified.
I, being a potential paradox invoked unnaturally upon the world, would naturally fall privy to this bleak state.
I feel as if I don’t belong, like I never was meant to be, in this world. And the world senses my foreign nature, and it tries to exorcise me from itself; not unlike our bodies attacking and destroying an infection.
It can be a slow and grueling process, but most of the time, the world ends up the victor.
As always, comments are welcome
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I dont feel like I was meant to be in this world either. Everything seems so foreign to me anymore. I dont feel like others see me or hear me. If they do, they cannot understand or except the person that I am. I Feel like time has come to a complete standstill. I used to have dreams of belonging and being excepted. They are all gone now.
what is the point of this shit?
It called freedom of speech !!
freedom of speech includes freedom to criticize the free speech of others. ^^
I guess some people have more time on there hands then what they know what to do with. Maybe they are full of shit.