I’m not special, I know I’m not, so there’s no need to remind me, I’m fully aware that I’m so unspecial that people won’t even read this, infact, if you read this please hit the like button (even if you don’t like it) so I know how many people would actually bother to read my self indulgent crap. Please? I bet there’s none :(…

Anyway, so yeah I’m kind of sick of being an absolute fucking weirdo freak and the way I get treated for it. A while back I decided that I was gonna be the best person I could be, I decided that I wanted to live my life the way I live it now because I wanted to become the change that I saw the world needs. The main change I made was to force myself to stop hating things and to stretch my mind as open as I could, I felt the world is too narrow minded and driven by hate for things that are weird or too popular. As a result I am now very cultured -as I proclaimed earlier this post is self indulgent so I’m just gonna come out and say it, you were fucking warned-, I have a very different aesthetic, now I know everyone’s different or whatever but honestly no-one I’ve ever met is as different as I am. The key to my difference lies in my broad range of love /respect/knowledge about/fandom for stuff that you’ve never heard of, you may have heard of some of it but there’s no way you’re into all of the stuff I’m into. This is great, I get to feel like I’m knowledgeable and interesting etc. etc. but seriously you have no idea how terribly lonesome it is, because no matter what, no one will ever be able to see the big picture like I do, no one will ever completely get me. I’m really passionate about the things I love and I always want to share my love with others, educate them in things that they may not’ve got the opportunity to experience, but people aren’t like me, people are close minded, fueled by hatred and fear, weird is a bad thing to them, weird is perfection to me. They call me a loser because they don’t understand why I’d be so into something that’s so weird. I’m alone and I’ll die alone.