I Don’t Fit

I Don’t Fit

 

Blasting music. Crowds. Packed floors. Who does not like to party? It is the moment where illusion of escaping reality is granted. The time to let go of all anxiety that build up. But among the crowd of someone will never enjoy this kind of relaxation. Do not find happiness. This life is not meant or everyone.

As light blinds you not with joy but someone finds it annoying. Where dancing crowds and jam packed floors is the sign and the momentum of the night there is someone who would never leave the sit and just sip his non-alcohol drink. Drinks and smoke clink someone is silent and fuming with negativity.

My friend, do not try to fit. Party is not a measure of friendship. Don’t push yourself. For that is punishing. Accept what you are and then they will also understand you. Do not change yourself to fit a crowd. It will never be worth it.

2 thoughts on “I Don’t Fit

  1. The Mr. Anonymous says:

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