i have this hatred for strangers. for people i have only glanced or not witnessed at all. i believe them to be the cause of disaster and despair in this world. the problem is that there are too many of us. but i become too attached to people around me. surely they can't be at fault. i love them all. everyone i have talked to or interacted with in the past and present have a place within me. but strangers i feel to be these dull manequins, the unthinking majority. i value the oppinions and thoughts of all the people i have heard, but want nothing to do with these strangers. it is perhaps a bad thing, a wrong thing, but it is me.
i find it to be odd. what do all my incoherent ramblings mean? is it a glimpse that perhaps i wont be an ordinary? that in time these ramblings will evolve into some form of conclusive thoughts with a matter of depth and insight to them?
the future scares me. i don't know what to make of myself.
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