Egh. About how he's tired of the people around him, his daily life, any imperfections that he's had enough of. He wonders if anyone else feels the same as him. He hates the fact that he feels responsible for how others act. He also hates how the wrong that others do to him, and their thoughts about him affects him so much.
But now that he's decided that he doesn't need to fit in with those around him (whom he despises) to be happy, he can go to his love, the one who makes him feel like he doesn't have to conform like everyone else, but be completely himself around, even though it's hard to remember to always do that.
He never thought he could care so little of others' opinions, and likes how freeing it feels.
His desperation to have others' approval is no longer making a fool of him?
Egh. About how he's tired of the people around him, his daily life, any imperfections that he's had enough of. He wonders if anyone else feels the same as him. He hates the fact that he feels responsible for how others act. He also hates how the wrong that others do to him, and their thoughts about him affects him so much. But now that he's decided that he doesn't need to fit in with those around him (whom he despises) to be happy, he can go to his love, the one who makes him feel like he doesn't have to conform like everyone else, but be completely himself around, even though it's hard to remember to always do that. He never thought he could care so little of others' opinions, and likes how freeing it feels. His desperation to have others' approval is no longer making a fool of him?
Iunno, I bet that was all wrong.