“If somebody says, ‘I love you,’ to me, I feel as though I had a pistol pointed at my head. What can anybody reply under such conditions but that which the pistol-holder requires? ‘I love you, too.’”—Kurt Vonnegut, Jr
I am physically unable. I can’t fight. I can’t defend or explain myself. I thought these were my friends. I thought I didn’t have to work at keeping these people as friends. I thought they’d always be my friends. But nothing is ever straightforward. And there’s no such thing as forever. No matter how well you kid yourself. The truth is, you don’t know anyone.
ppl bail, i suppose. ive bailed a lot of times myself. i nvr stick arnd. so ive learnt nt to expect other ppl to do smth i nvr done. so wht ur doin to me?is what i’ve done to many ppl. no its nt karma, it’s life. in d end, we’r all in this shit alone right? so whatever, u knw? At some point, d hoping, d loving, even d hating..stops. &uve reached the limit wher enough is enough. ur tired. u can bitch to d world for so long b4 it starts to sound like a same old song. ur the same old fuckin fucked up song.
The misfits. The rebels. The trouble-makers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules, and they have no respect for the status-quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify, or vilify them. But the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.