I am diffrent
Yes its true.
I am diffrent
A Little more so then you..
I Can say it.
I Alwayes have Known it.
I Am Differnt.
Yes..I Know it.
You may Call me Strange
You May call me Crazy
You may Call me Insane
But its Alwayes true.
I Am diffrent Then you.
Inside and out.
We ae different as hell. There's no fingertips alike. so why there should be to personality alike, or whatever alike. I consider myself different from you beause of the fact that you may being going thru the same situation but we came from different places and going our...
The people are going home.
It is coming..
Fathers, sons, gather around.
To stare at the moon, so big and round
It's almost here..
It is time.
Blue eye turn to red.
The wolf moon has finally bled.
Drink children drink.
In this cloudy dreamstate in which i live. That its almost hard to relate to so called normal people anymore. I dont share interests, or hobbies, or even ideas or ideals with most people that walk in the daylit living world. I really dont remember what its like, im not trying to...
I may not be unique in regards to being the only person with these features. On the other hand, everybody including identical twins are individuals. I was born with salt and pepper hair. My left eye in blue and hazel. The med term is heterochromatic iridis or sectoral...
By the time you get to read this story, you will notice. I am not the stereotypical person like the ones you often relate to. My personality is not reflected very easily as you can see. Never judge a book by it's cover, never judge a person ...
someone who lives in a safe little bubble. I don't believe the hype. I question religion. I educate myself on the issues which affect me. I refuse to listen to watered down sugar coated bubble gum pop music. I am aware that the media feeds us lies. I'm concerned about the...
I am left handed.
I was diagnosed with ADHD and Dyslexia.
I have been trained in martial arts for most of my life and spent my life in a number of different sports.
I am straight edge.
I am a sociopath.
I don' t think like you. I don't interact with the world like you...
Even if I shouldn't, I think of myself as taboo. I think apart from many; including my family. I want and am trying not to think in such a manner, but want to not see myself as unacceptable. There are thoughts of just falling into things in order to "fit in"; to create someone...
that fact, I tend to feel outcasted sometimes, and I really wish I have full power over my emotions to make that thought dispel.
First things first, I am an introvert. I don't enjoy major social events or parties and I am relatively only comfortable around a small group of...
I guess ive always been different. i know by and large people are basicly the same. I have more in common with Adolf Hitler than i would like to admit, but it's those little differences that make or break it right?
Ever since i was a kid i wanted to be like everyone else but...
It would be a less interesting world if we were all the same. The very fact that none of us are identical is what makes this planet what it is. Besides, nothing would ever get done if everyone of us had the same likes and dislikes.
Let's appreciate our...
I have some things about me, that are so strange, I don't know if it's even possible for someone else to share them. But I'm far too shy to mention some of those. Not to mention I don't even notice some of the things I do until I really think about it, or look back on it.
your just realising that
this world we live in
is as bogus as the
king James bible
who took all the
juicy bits out
did you really know
you were a natural
with the power of god
in your very own hands?
and all your peer group
I'm betting are
sports freaks or
hardship or pain. Often when we hear about pain whether mental or physical, we think we know what it is like, sometimes because we experienced it.
Certainly most everyone will experience some difficulties and pain in their lives. If you got through it, don't take credit for it...
her soft breath catches in her throat choking her. She stands in front of the mirror and sneers at what she's become. Once a happy bright girl is now a deadly beautiful ice maiden. Each day she sat at this mirror, spellbound to it and watched herself mold into this monster...
they are all on the road to success
While I'm still depressed
I learned to live with it
I learned to accept what I am
I learned to accept that I'm just a piece of ****
Others might not think so
But I know so
It's just what I am and it's something I can't change
My story isn't very long because my life has just begun. I am not who I was and I won't be who I am. However, at face value, I am a student, a mom, a friend, a sister, and a wife. I have lost many things, but I've gained even more. I have lost my mind, I have lost a lot of my...
People are colors. Each individual is a color, which is the base of who they are, the base of their personality. Other colors are blended in a little, making the shade of the color unique, showing the little things that makes a person unique from others. I love colors, a...
I am different than anyone out there. I feel so inadequate to do anything wjether it's to get the girl I want or succeed in daily life. yet, somehow, I sometimes feel th burst of energy to do great things and I do succeed. I gain confidence then it's broken. I am an artist and...
Yes, I'm a kind person, and have been described as a gentleman. Inside though, I am a storm of thoughts, emotions, pain, and torment. The happiness of others has always been my goal, as I see myself as lost. I couldn't begin to describe any details as to what I am like inside, as...
.. In school I do homework ahead of time or if I have something missing I'll have to do it and pass it in the next day and everyone say "we don't have that homework" I wonder where this "we" comes from
When the girls say I'm not girls enough I explode sometimes. Do I really...
Singing birds fall, crash and die.
Their blood makes a beautiful scene.
Death and decay, blood and steam.
I walk in a wasteland, Of my own creation.
Smiling as I see, the world of damnation.
I wish there was someone who I could show.
Without them crying...
I wouldnt even know where to begin to describe all the ways in which I'm different. I dont know whether I was born different (somehow I dont think I was) or I was brought up that way. I was always treated differently by my mother and sometimes I think I sort of grew into this...
or different than what my soul’s purpose is here on this earth. Someone deep inside, it unconsciously opposes my earthly dreams, which causes an inner conflict, and prevents me from challenging life for any hope and desires. I always try to receive some kind of direction...
that I am dyslexic and have ADHD. But I am also a child of the 80's. We didn't understand disabilities let alone talk about them. And the solution was isolation, humiliation, and medication.
"He Doesn't have a disability he just needs discipline"
"He isn't as smart as the...