Shades of truth and lies. Reflections of what I feel.
I'm not the boy who refuses listening to hippy songs just so I could look soo cool. Neither do I try to fit myself in this mediocre world. I'd rather have real friends than to be famous. I don't really give a damn on what other people think of me, 'cause I change for the better and in case it ain't enough to satisfy them, screw them, it's that easy. I have weird thoughts at midnight and not waste my time writing suicide notes. I always realize my worth therefore I don't have time to plan on engaging myself in activities slash "hobbies" that'll result to death such as cutting myself nor dying of too much ice cream. I am happy and glad 'cause I am hated by some and desired by a few, underestimated by many and loved by several people. Without them, I will not learn where to put the words apathy and sensitivity in place. I start to adjust with the surrounding and eventually try to stand out. And no thanks, I don't need labels.