How's Life, Guys??

Mine seemed dull and full of books and tests. A load of them. Weeks mixed between good and bad.

There are some things I want to talk about today, although I know that this community if about three--- no four people, if you include me. Exposing myself to the world makes me feel like the most intimate parts of me, and secrets, have been bared and shared. I feel so open and unprotected and I know that posting this wouldn't make me feel less of that. Being outside has been both beautiful and scary, but it's only been beautiful when I'm alone, without anyone at all. It makes the pressure go away, allowing me to overthink even less. The weight would loosen and the fresh breeze would soon come to claim me, the belonging almost consuming every fiber of my being. I felt so free at that moment until school, family, friends, my society--- they just... occupied my head.

The community we live in says that we are free to do anything we want, to love anything.

In other words, they mean, "YOU CAN DO ANYTHING AS LONG AS YOU ABIDE BY OUR CONDITIONS AND FOLLOW THE WAY WE SPECIFY THEM."

It sounds so stupid nowadays. If I wanted to wear a fedora along with a pink scarf, tinted with silver glitter and wearing sunglasses then I'll wear them. It wasn't against the law to begin with, but it would be against to our community. "Why don't you dress like him/her---"

No. This is why there are people scared of everyone, socially, mentally, physically, and mentally frightened of what's outside and the kind of people that live out there. You don't get to define me for I get the chance to define myself. If my family refuses to let me look stupid, I'll still be willing to do so. I don't care.

Dressing wrongly isn't in the law. Some people have other situations in their homes, causing others to never fit in by dressing 'nicely' or 'trendy.' I suggest you all be considerate.

If others seem like trouble--- don't judge. There are stories behind the way they act and judging is so far from helping. I've heard one of my family members that I was trouble, so, if we're really talking, they don't know me at all. Isn't love about understanding?

I'm not trying to make things perfect. It's impossible.

The world isn't perfect, but it's perfect with the tiniest of its flaws.

This was the reason why I haven't been posting and I'm sorry. Just know that there are stories you don't know and that you should at least welcome them in the community. After all...

Aren't we all misfits living in this life?