I wanted to be quiet
I didn't want attention
I didn't want to act stupid
I didn't want to embarrassed myself
But my actions spoke otherwise.
And strangly
I accepted my weird behavior
How annoying I am
How much bullshit I contained
It was better than going silent like crazy
I figured, people leave you either way
So
Why do we care so much?
But
I just do
Even if I say fuck you
There's still the thought of having to satisfy someone else's demands.
I don't want that
But unconsciously my actions carry forward
The bandwagon.
Would you prefer to stand alone on the roadside or hop on and party.
I'm unique, they say.
Everyone is different, they say.
And if you abuse it more, you become a special snowflake.
Life is simple.
You just make it complicated.
Born, work, die
And somewhere in there add a little fun.
That's it.
Or
You could end it all.
But then you're selfish. Weak. Pity.
'You should have called for help' they say
But you did
And no one heard.
Some even ignore.
Ok.
You know it's funny, they tell you to live but then if you live long enough, they become scared of you.
The fantasy world of immortality.
Ah.
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