I wouldn't say the world is a beautiful place, at least not in my eyes.
I like to torture myself by judging people; appearance, actions, words, or even a simple gesture. Even though I find pleasure in doing so, I know the negativity has slowly become an obstacle for me. It isn't just a small feeling that I have occasionally and I can just leave it the next minute. I put it to heart, serving it as a warning, a caution towards people. Thus, building an invisible barrel between me and them. To me, it's leaving in a safety, comfort zone. But to them, I might be a freak living in my own world.
I can't throw aside what I am feeling, those judgements, have become a habit. Because when you really do take time to observe and listen, you will realise some people, some actions, some words might not be as simple as it seems. They are ugly, spiteful, hurtful..
I might not be always right about things that is put in my face, but most of the time, I would end up telling myself, 'I knew I was right.'.
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