Tell me, what’s the definition of normal?

The world’s colder than ice, where only people who can change fit in. There are the lucky ones, adapting, changing- until they don’t know themselves. The others either remain stuck in limbo, being in the middle of everything- lackeys that just go with the majority. And the last, are those that don’t change in time- that can’t change- for whatever reason they give. They are transparent- they don’t ing exist.

Will you let someone save you?

The amount of things that I did because I wanted to do so can be counted in less than a hand. My parents, my teachers all expect to see this perfect version of me. I have to, not I want to. No matter what- all for the perfect future they have crafted for me, and not for the future I want for myself. Like a rubber band, being pulled and stretched in so many directions, maybe someday I’d snap, just like that.

What if someone is willing to pull you up?

I confess that the first thing I saw of him was his tattoo. All over his fingers, spelling out the word alive- and at that moment when I caught his eye- I was so sure that there were more over his body. His blonde hair was a splash of colour I haven’t seen for so long- and his bright popping shoes so foreign- so weird. He had so many metal necklaces- so many large rings- he looked so rugged. He didn’t belong in this world, and yet he knew exactly what he was.

I’d confess that he was certainly handsome, like a bad boy cross with a pretty one. I’d confess my heart leaped at the sight of him, even though I pitied him for being delegated to this place of drabness, even though I hated him for taunting me with colours beyond my reach.

The last thing I expected him to be was a ing councilor- a stupid councilor whose’s job is to counsel people to follow the rules more than they already do.