Do you ever feel like you don't belong? Or is that just me? I don't know, I see qoutes on here and tumblr that make me think I'm not the only one. You know, the only one who feels like they belong in another planet? A different galaxy.

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Feeling out of place is a horrible thing. It is probably the worst kind of lonely. Don't get me wrong, pacing around at home by yourself, longing for company is painful. But to feel completely out of place in a crowded room? That's another ballgame. You feel like a broken puzzle piece or a square peg. Like what's wrong with you? These people they're human, and you're human to. Why can't you connect with them? Why aren't they connecting with you. They seem nice enough, you should understand each other, you should be able to make friends. But you can't. You feel dissatisfied and alone. You're in a room full of people and you feel completely alone.

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Maybe you've tired to reach out to people. Make you got your hopes up about one person or several. Maybe you felt excepted for a time. But inevitably something goes wrong. They don't understand you, you don't understand them. You disconnect with them, you end up leaving each other and you feel even worse then before. How could you be such a failure? You let them down, it should not be this way! And the more you think about it, the more you realize you don't understand humans at all. They hurt each other for no reason, they never listen. They live on a beautiful planet with all these abilities. They could build a utopia if they wanted! But they don't....and you just don't get it. You just don't get these people, on this planet. You feel alone.

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Maybe you become bitter. You dislike, even grow to hate people. You ice them out and focus on success or animals or anything but them. And why not? Why not ice them out, as they iced you out. Why not give up on them when they surely gave up on you? Or you become sad. A defeatist, you can't bring yourself to hate them...but they don't seem to like you. You drown your sorrows in coffee and books and journal entries. You hope you're wrong about them. And maybe one day...this silly little planet will love you back. And the few, the mythical few remain happy. They shrug off their failure to connect with humanity and accept it. They have fun when they can with what they can. Maybe they journal or work to make this world close to their vision. But they are happy and light and we should all strive to be them.

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I can't be the only one who feels this way, can I? Like I am from another planet? Like I'm not even human. I spend my time dancing in between the imaginary worlds portrayed in books, movies, tv and my own imagination. I can't be the only one dreaming of a better world. A world where everyone is happy, a world where everyone is at peace. A magical world full of opportunity and adventure. A world where people understand me, and I am not alone. I'm not alone...am I?

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The Genius Of The Crowd
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

their finest art