Incompatible with Humans

Even the closest and dearest people to me wounded me, and I wounded them. They broke my heart, and I broke theirs. They made promises they could not keep, as did I. They betrayed my trust, and I did the same. They abandoned me, just like I did them. They hurled harsh words that stabbed me like a jagged knife, as I am certain I did. They misunderstood me, and I probably misunderstood them as well. We argued and fought. We accused and judged. We gossiped and lied. But the difference is, they are willing to tolerate the drama of social life but I am not. I am utterly exhausted of hurting others and being hurt and can no longer bear it. I am completely emotionally drained. I have reached my limit. They drove me to lose my mind. They shattered this fragile heart of mine. You might say that this is the way of the world, giving and receiving pain. Well, if that is true, then I would rather not be a part of it. You might argue that while people cause suffering to each other, they also bring joy at times. But if the pleasure must come with distress, then I would rather not have it all. I do not need the happiness people may offer, as I have already found my own.

I have come to the conclusion that no human being on this planet— not a single one— is capable of truly understanding me, my unfathomable emotions and eccentric thoughts, my deep soul and passionate heart. I have come to the realization that all people will eventually cause me agony, or vice versa, as I am simply incompatible with humans. I am always bound to clash with people, as I do not belong in this world nor am I meant to be among these strange beings. Thus I choose to stay away. I beg you to let me stay away, for I am far happier keeping my distance. Never do I experience loneliness, because I am a complete person on my own and am perfectly content in my world of solitude.