I hate people.

As I move forward, little by little, in time... I come to realize how much I might not entirely hate people. But that doesn't mean I don't dislike a great deal of them.

Yeah, I've probably mentioned it before: I am small, I know my conceptions of other people don't matter. I can judge whoever I want. I can dislike whatever I want.

Since when I do I have to like someone for reasons society has deemed them "good"? Honestly, a person can be nice, or friendly, or whatever, but that doesn't win me over for them. Just because it's a generally liked trait by the masses doesn't mean it has to be special to me.

One of the plus sides to being an individual in a world of billions of people is that I get to choose my friends, and they likewise get to choose me as their friend in return. I don't have to do anything other than be myself, or not. And they do the same.

In the end, I guess I'm saying I like my little group of friends, and they stand out like no others in the world to me.

And damn it, I don't care how damn special everyone else thinks you are, if you are bland and free of any depth or substance, you will not be my friend.

And I owe no one anything! All I give is a chance.

I'm so tired of people being the same. Show me something a little different.