Lore/Story People

Another thing I wrote because I got bored today and wrote a bunch of random crap at lunch.




Honestly, I'm not the most sporty guy. I'm ominous. Awfully strange. Weird. I don't know what others think of

me. Easily manipulable? Mean? Or maybe just different. But why should I care? I'm me. I can be me. I

shouldn't have to give a damn about what others think. And nor should anyone else. "So why?" I have to ask.

Why do I have to care? Why do you have to care? Why even take the time out of your day to insult someone

with the intent of hurting them? Why take the time out of your day to adjust yourself because someone said

something about you? Why jump on the Wagon Of Stupid just because everyone you know did too? Because

you need to be acceptable? Because you need to be on the top? Because you need to fit in like a puzzle piece?

Why not accept yourself first? Why not be on the top of your own podium, while others are on top of theirs.

Why not talk a walk, and skip the wagon ride. Why not be your own puzzle. Easy for me to say, I guess. I'm

the outcast.

 

Edgy enough to slit your wrists

 

Another inspiring quote from Gandhi, fitting imo





We are the Watchers. We see. We hear. We know. We are Everlasting. We are Foreknowing.