They said that sensitive people are kind of softy, messed up and weak.
And the world unfortunately has bought into it.
People think it’s somehow much cooler to be insensitive.
So society pushed thoughtful and sentimental individuals to the side.

They labeled us abnormal, crazy, and autistic and neurotics.
Look! They’re even pointing us with their fingers saying:
“Look at them! They give too much attention to the thoughts, feelings, self-talk and psychological impressions and ideas.”
Said the narcissist who checks their Facebook 24/7 for likes and comments on their profile photo.

It’s time like these where I lose my faith on people and God and even existence itself!
Everything seems meaningless, pointless, exhausting. I have to drag my body every day to work even!
It’s times like these where I don’t know what to really say or do.
And in moments like this one my intuition takes over and I begin to fashion narratives to mask my mind’s incomprehensible agony, pain and torture.

Though what’s different is that at nights my body sleeps safe and sound.
But my conscience awakens from the dark and punishes me for my mistakes. Mistakes that I haven’t spoken of yet.
It’s weird to be a human subject. To exist. It is the strangest mystery of all.
To live. To love. To ache. To eat. To speak. To cry. To think. Human life is a miracle! Life itself is freaking miracle man.