My drabbling on how my views on life and how other people's views on MY life affect not only my physical self, but emotional and mental self. ---- Petty rules constrict my freedom. My life is bound by rules. I have no rights, there is no justice, this world's system is so flawed. Whenever church bells ring, they help me realize how tight the ropes were tied as society's demands begin to rise. I have no plans to fit in. I want OUT. I'm always ridiculed. Criticised, judged. It's a life I have to color with false colors to please people. A façade I have to put up to be accepted. Is it not a blessing to be freed from the strings of hell itself? I'm disobedient, desperate, It's an upscale rebellion, Consisting of contradiction and self proclaimed justice. But is it really just a masquerade ball? With simple words labelled 'laws' to keep humanity in order? To have people quiet down, not expressing their true colors? I hate to be tied down. I want to be FREE. The mask I wear wants to be removed. I'm going insane... The idea of perfection in my very hands is so tempting, the thought of evolving, the thought of growing to burst these chains is delicious. I'm power hungry. I'm a narcissist, an inflated sense of self worth clouding my better judgement. But am I really the one to blame? Living a childhood through entertaning people, shaping myself into something I'm not. acting polite, looking pretty, just for others'? When have I ever gotten the chance to live out my own life? I've been judged. Corrected. Criticised. My impression on humanity has never been so low. Driven insane by their ridiculous demands, their outrageous sense of arrogance, exceeding mine! I have to fit in, just to be looked at with approval. With respect. I have to put on a mask of someone else's face to be recognized as a dignified individual. Are you not stripping me of my worth? My value? My place in life? Pathetic, really. The only things stopping me from comitting suicide is a book of God, a book containing his words. And what exactly is keeping me from killing myself? It's Faith. Blind Faith. Both a blessing and a curse, really. It's how hostile this world has become, how ignorant, close minded, and stupid it is. One day, my impression on our race will be the downfall of me. Until then, until this misanthrope's pride is crushed, I will forever look down upon our inhumane ways. ---- So so short.