Plot:
About an introvert boy who [slowly] falls in love with a girl.
Prologue
I don't know where to start. How much has she changed me? When did she start affecting me this much? Her burning touch, her intoxicating scent- her presence still lingers around me, even if she's no longer by my side.
Chapter 1: Normal
Normal. What is normal, to be exact? "You know, something within the norm." You can't describe a word, with the word itself. Commonly accepted, without official approval of anyone; that's what normal is. Who decided who and what were normal? And who and what were abnormal? I think we all know the answer to that. But it's not like anyone ever really gave much thought to what normal is, because it isn't normal.
Society would label me as an "outcast." Someone who doesn't fit it with the rest. And I'm kind of okay with that. It feels great not to be lumped together with others. It feels great not to be an ignorant fuck, to be oblivious to the outside world. But sometimes I wanted to "fit in," for I wished to be unbeknownst to the pain that came with.
I don't look down on other people. In fact, I don't think that I'm superior to anyone else. I'm just more fully aware of the situation presented to us. Everyone is of equal standard before the law, but you know what? Laws are created because of the ill-nature of humans. Why do you think it's illegal to kill people? To commit fraud? To steal? Because humans do it. And they still do it., which is why everyone is unequal in society. You're measured by how much money you have, how good you look, how normal you are.
Can you try imagining an uncorrupted world? The first thing you'd think of is world peace, people getting along, everyone smiling all the time. Hah! You don't know that. You don't know what would happen if the world was cleaned of its own filth. Keep dreaming- cause as long as we live, survive- nothing good will come out of it. The world is tainted with the many colors of vile.
And the funny thing is? I love it, this world. You may call me a psycho, a bastard; but I embrace this world with open arms. I accept it as it is, wishing nothing more, nothing less. Because without the filth, the succumb, the greed,- this world would be nothing.
It would also be creepy, for everyone to be so happy. I'd rather see plastered smiles with stories behind them, than to watch the world in balance. I'd rather see mankind destroy their selves, bringing an end to the world. I love how they come with an infinite number of feelings. I love it when their eyebrows scrunch up when they're mad and when their face twists in pain when they're about to cry. I love the hurt in their eyes, the wrinkles that form along with it. When their lips quiver, when they bury their self in a nest. I love everything about it. I enjoy every second of it.
Because the world is hopeless. That's why I find it funny when a "hero" comes along and tries to save it. What makes him think that he can save every single person when he can't even save himself?
I'm someone that has accepted reality. It's something that you can't change, no matter what. It'll keep building on and on. It'll tear, break, shaken, shrivel up- but it will never change.
Ah. There I go again. This happens to me often. I find myself absorbed in another world. I'd end up thinking about the possibilities; the what if's, could have's, would be's. Then, I would come back to reality as if nothing happened.