I don’t hate the world, I just don’t understand it. Me not understanding the society in which I live in, is the most detrimental thing for me. People are just mean to each other, that’s something that I’m glad I’ll never understand. People say that there needs to be evil in this world, or else all balance will be lost, but I don’t want to believe that. I don’t want to believe that evil is necessary. I want to believe that evil isn’t necessarily evil, but that people just need help.
I spend a lot of time alone, especially in nature, I don’t enjoy most people’s company, I don’t like going to parties or get-togethers. The reason being 1 part my personality, and 2 parts my lack of trust and unwillingness to be extroverted. I’m not unhappy being alone, in fact, I’d prefer it, but lately people have been pressuring me to have fun, or at least what they consider is fun. People tell me to socialize, dance, drink, and in a way I agree that I should be more relaxed but I don’t know how. I always tell people that I don’t do fun. It’s not so much that I don’t know where to belong, more so that I don’t know how to belong.