The lost bird, the lost bird that never learned to fly.

The only thing you are seeing now is my name. And that is Slouyx. I’ve been through a lot of things. I am a hypocrite. It’s okay if I make you mad, but I hate you if you make me mad. I dislike people. I don’t like being in social places. I goof around, but I know when I need to be serious.
I am atheist. I do not believe in God. I hate when people try to make others change religions, or try to make them believe in a religion. I hate it when people tell me to believe in God or go to hell. I hate it when I lose friends because they find out I don’t believe in what they do. It splits people apart, doesn’t it? I don’t need to look up to anyone to live my life.
I show open friendliness to those who show open friendliness to me. I take after people sometimes. If they do something a lot, I’ll start doing it. Like maybe if they say a phrase a lot, I’ll start saying it. Things like that.
I am good with words. I’ll make you change your mind within 20 minutes. If you can’t find the reason in my words, my, aren’t you the most ignorant and arrogant person alive?
Two things I hate the most. Arrogance and ignorance. I hate those who are arrogant and don’t want to listen to reason. They think they are ahead of others, but are actually several steps behind. Am I arrogant? Ignorant? No. Because for most people, I actually am ahead of them by several steps. ( Hypocritical? Yup.)
There is people I care about. A lot of them. I also have dislikings of people, but I don’t want them to get hurt. It’s an odd feeling. You hate them, but you don’t anything bad to happen to them. If their lives were in danger, you would save them.
I can wipe the emotions right off my face and appear to look bored. If I’m crying, I can look bored in several moments. I used to cry at the smallest conflicts, but now, I can easily tell someone I don’t want to be their friend and I dislike them greatly. And not cry or show the emotion I would.
I’ve had people tell me to go back to who I was.
But I don’t want to.
This is much better.
I’m a lot more happier now.
Isn’t that better?

Did anyone change me? Yes. People did indeed change me. I changed because of people. I’m tired of being the weakest. My emotions showing so raw. Being nice, and then being stepped on. I’m not mean to people. I’m nice to a lot of people! But I’m tired of being so nice to those who step on me. Again, and again. There’s no need for it any longer.
I’m truly better this way. And I hate how people can’t see it, or rather understand it.