They will never be anything but nitty-gritty, dirty little freaks.
One of my ultimate goals in life is to become a misfit. Become, feel, and live like a misfit. Live as if I’m living for my own self, not for everybody else, especially since people tend to bring you down at the snap of a finger for doing something you didn’t deliberately and intentionally do.
Misfits tend to not give a fuck about what other people think of their image—they way they dress, act, think, do things—and I’ve always loved that little bit about them. Because of their lovely indifference, they mostly get to live life with no regrets and that’s something I’ve always wanted; to achieve self-fulfillment and happiness all because I managed to be happy for me.
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*Continuing this post tomorrow for I’ve lost momentum.
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