3:14 am

This is why I'm friends with my friends. I've thought about it. I can't say that I like weird people at a single glimpse for the sake of straying from the norms, but they grow on you. They creep up and they plant themselves in an empty space, somewhere in your being, one that you never knew you had and then, you just wake up and realize that you wouldn't trade this one for the world. You also realize how you're not so ordinary yourself, but it's alright because no matter how much of a misfit you are, sticking out like a sore thumb, in this sick, twisted, stereotyping society, your strangeness is handled, somehow.

You get to not care what the cynics think, or the way they shoot daggers at you, and you get to listen to the few, better ones who have your back as well. It's a choice you have to make when you're walking down the street, surrounded by souls, cluttered and free-willed.