You don't know fear.
Till you stare it in the eyes and it challenges you to resist. Till it tells you to feel and never stop feeling. Till death comes around the corner and patiently awaits. Till you realize you've wasted too much time dealing with what does not and should not matter. Fear. It's being so scared that you end up happy. Happy because you don't want to leave knowing you spent all this time being sad; because you had more reasons to be happy than to be sad.
So what the hell? Happy? Sad? The fuck is it? Who the hell knows and who the fucking hell cares. :] Onlookers don't know. They don't care unless it's obvious. Of course, who'd want to be the obvious ones? Why attract others when in sadness you want to be alone even though deep down you know you can't and shouldn't be left alone. The confusion within.
Go get a psychiatrist. A doctor, a family member, a friend, or even a random person who will sit there and listen. You need it and it will help. Now, for all you introverts, just know that the human race is stronger in numbers and to change the world you must first change yourself. Keep in mind, it's not really change, it's more like evolving. You know, like Pokemon?
Why lie to yourself. You'll go crazy! You'll be conflicted. You'll lose your mind. You'll end up like many others. You'll end up like me. Or worse, you'll end up like the majority.
I wish I have scientific facts to back up my claims and believe me, if I was typing this on a laptop, I most definitely would find more information. The sources I could show you, well they're limitless. But I'm on my phone and I should be asleep right now so nonetheless I have chosen not to do such a thing as research.
I will say this, I cannot remember what I just typed but I did indeed type it myself. Good night, I hope your day was a swell one.
The fuck did I isn't type? Someone remind me to read it in the morning. Haha, time to shut the eyes and enter a realm I'd much rather not.
