I've always thought that I hated people, I was mad at the world.
I hated it all and everyone was ugly to me.
Today I had a thought. I realized that I fall in love with certain things about everyday people.
I fall in love with the scrawled writing of the person sitting next to me in Spanish.
I fell in love with the hands of a boy who sat in front of me on the bus.
I fell in love with the pretty cheekbones of a girl with short hair, and a stubborn attitude.
I noticed these things no one else did, like the raindrops in a brunettes hair or the way someone talked as if they never got to before.
Maybe I am not as cold as I thought.
And maybe some people aren't so bad.
Maybe there is something good to be seen in us all.
It's just not always seen first.
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 6:07 PM UTC
I've always thought that I hated people, I was mad at the world.
I hated it all and everyone was ugly to me.
Today I had a thought. I realized that I fall in love with certain things about everyday people.
I fall in love with the scrawled writing of the person sitting next to me in Spanish.
I fell in love with the hands of a boy who sat in front of me on the bus.
I fell in love with the pretty cheekbones of a girl with short hair, and a stubborn attitude.
I noticed these things no one else did, like the raindrops in a brunettes hair or the way someone talked as if they never got to before.
Maybe I am not as cold as I thought.
And maybe some people aren't so bad.
Maybe there is something good to be seen in us all.
It's just not always seen first.
Wrote this today on a piece of printer paper in school. Did it in small writing, and I added some to it.
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