Perhaps I'll leave this place. I've far horizons to explore. The world is wider than my feeble vision, and echoes can not see. I feel a calling to depart from the commonplace and usual. My perception has been dulled by repetition. And so I'll leave, take up my hopes, and travel far, to that waiting destination until existence again bores me. Then I'll leave once more.
For My Stalkers,
Tell Me Secrets,
Some people will never give you a second chance. Some people will decide that you are a person of this or that kind, and if they decide they don’t like you, even if there is no particular reason, you are out of luck. Some people will even go to the length of creating a special gang around not liking you, like you’re toxic: “the people they don’t talk to” group. Which is a shame because people are wrong about other people sometimes.
Believe it or not, I thought you were beautiful… Really beautiful. But I never told you, because I thought you knew it too.