Every day I have the feeling that I'm doing a crime because I'm different from most people around me, even though I *know* they're wrong to just resume to living their own selfish and ignorant lives without giving a damn about what's going on around them, so long as it doesn't bother them...
When I say that I'm different, I mean that I'm more aware of what's going on around me, that I question the meaning of my life rather than just taking for granted all the crap everyone feeds me, like "You live because you have to please God", or "for the society", or "for your mother and father", or... Strange that no-one says I can live for myself, even though we're talking about *my* life in the end. I also question other things, like why do I have to respect a teacher that bullies me and tells me all kinds of crap (even though he has no reason to hate me since I'm one of the best in my class), just because he's the teacher and I'm the student.
And there's another thing... I'm original, I like to be different from everyone else, but when I express it I either get bullied, shouted at, or downright humiliated (like it happens with my teacher). Everyone tries to make me become one of them, a "normal" person, and they don't give a damn that I'm a writer and an artist (...I'm going to publish a debut volume of short stories next year), and that I've got a damn fragile psychic balance... Sometimes I think the universe plain and simple hates me.
*sigh* You know, I actually feel better now that I got this out... If you actually want to sympathize with me, feel free to, and I will love you forever... XD