Hey y'all. I just need to get this off my chest.
This world trying to force me to adopt things and feelings against my will, when all I want is to live peacefully, without all that stuff on top of me. But I can't escape. No one can. The saddening yet somewhat comforting thing is that, well, one day I'll die. It might be in 70 years, I don't know. What I do know is this:
I'm a young man, but I'm different. Ain't nothing wrong with that. But I'm in a world where I'm forced to either become part of the group-think, or be looked upon with hate years from now; like a museum exhibit. They'll look upon my death as something to celebrate or otherwise feel relief from. Like I'm less a man somehow. Of course I won't change. Don't ask me to.
I know y'all are going to probably respond with the usual thing. "Oh you're an asshole TruckNutz." Or "Great. Another one." Well, maybe I am. Whatsittoya? Not much you can do to hurt me so don't worry and just fuckin' say it. I prefer honest people as opposed to liars and sugarcoaters.
I needed to say this, and here was the only place I have which I could really do so. I'm sorry to have wasted your time.
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