Not your average girl, I don't meet the standards of this world.

The need to conform to society's standards deplores me in a way I cannot vocalise. How and when was it decided a certain behaviour is the only acceptable one in this civilisation? Who was the one to set the standards?

When people look upon me as an outcast, am I suppose to accept that I am one? Would it be remotely possible to repudiate? Would a singular person be strong enough to stand against the majority and declare that they are incorrect?

When lovers get into fights, how is it okay that one person can allegedly judge the other and depose her of any right to stand up for herself? How did his very own standard become an universal standard just because that is the one thing he has known his entire life? She may not be right, but why is he so sure that he is?

I don't like writing about all the bad things that are going on because that is not acceptable in this society. We are made to look like happy creatures bustling with endless positivity all the time. There are tons of books published to educate people the only way to attain happiness is to pretend you are happy and eventually believing in it. So this negativity that I possess is forbidden. It is a secret and a ramification I have to bear.

Will you despise me if you know me better? I think you will.
It is a sad sad day and no one cares.
It is an apathetic day and everyone cries.