The world is so ugly. Its dull, saddening, lonely. But up here, up here on the cliff top, i feel something. "My safe space". The percussion of trees, the whistling wind, the clouds hugging me. All the depressive thoughts building up, from when i have 2 feet on the ground fade away. Almost like i left them chained up, firmly to the earth. Pushing myself up here, alone, peacefully abusing my thoughts till they left me. I feel calm for once, the clouds take the weight off my shoulders. Humanity, being on earth; its so painful. Is there any reason to carry on?
Seeing friends flying at one another, spreading love amongst eachother. Nobody else matters to them. Watching from afar is just, well sad. I want to be with them, having fun and laughing. But i cant, im different.
Society hurts. Fitting in? You are too basic. Expressing yourself? You are weird. Too tall? A freak. Too short? immature. Happy? You are to excitable. Sad? Stop attention seeking..
How are we meant to fit into a culture like this, when all we want to do is be different.
