You know, this is hard. Being different is hard sometimes. You have a different perspective, a different taste of everything, a different style, a different mind and idea. It's just hard sometimes. I mean, I can absolutely stand alone. But yeah, the world. The people. They can't take something alternative or something 'abnormal' that easy. Being pick on, it's no fun. It's a pain actually. Having a different voice than others really takes some courage, you know. Let me put it this way. In college, when everybody else wearing backpacks to classes while you are the only one who wears a sling back. It's completely normal for you, cause it's still a bag and it can fill almost anything just like a backpack. But yeah, due to the 'mainstream' people, they start to pick on you.That kind of thing. Being different needs a lot of courage. Not cool, man. Not cool. Swimming in a large sea when you are the only that is out of norm is a true tragic adventure. Only those who can stand and fight will survive. I kinda dragged away from the story. I hate but in the same time love being different. It's just my thing WHICH I can't survive.Funny how I can put it that way. I don't ask for anything big, but people, don't pick on or boo-ed someone who dare to be different. Just because you can't doesn't mean you can dragged everybody else with you. Just, DO NOT PICK ON OTHERS. Goodness.
It was drizzling and cold that night. She curled up in her bed, pondering through the end of the world. Landon Pigg's keep on replaying on her playlist. Nothing more that she could expecedt. There were so many things in her mind. Some things that bothering her a lot since she is now past the 'teenage girl' era. She thought, "time flies". All around her are moving too fast than she expected. She did not see them coming. Her friends are getting engaged. Her schoolmate is now a young mom. Someone she knew, is now pregnant. She did not see that coming. She was terrified of the fact that those things happened in a blink of an eye. She was not ready to leave her fantasy world which was filled with innocence laughter, with sincere giggles and silly moments. She kept on wondering that night. Was she able to move on and be part of that huge world. She's scared of what more will come. Having the thought that everything in between giggles and laughter, she will have to frown. She's just not ready.