They beat me down until I can't get back up again. I understand that I am different. But honestly, I'm doing just fine without the input of others. I know a lot of people have felt like me, and I know I'm not the only one. But you still hear people yelling and screaming, picking out each other's flaws.
I have hobbies just like the rest of you. Why does it make me anymore different for having a "weirder" hobby. I can't put a smile on my face and say that like you. Because honestly? I don't. Why should I like you when you pick me up and drop me back down again. No that doesn't even describe it. You grab me. And burry me six feet under.
But what happens when your hobby becomes to the liking of another. What if there's someone out there who accepts you for you!! But that's only in the movies, right? You can't go through life expecting something, unreal, to happen. Can you? No you can't. Because wake up. We aren't in some movie where someone's going to come and pick us up.
Because this is the real world. People will break us and beat us. And you know what? That's life. We will keep living. I know it hurts, and sometimes you give up and can't fucking get up anymore. Because I went through that. I experienced that. And well? This is.. My story you can say.
