I'm an outcast but this isn't a pity party for me. People don't want explanation, they want fuel for gossip. I didn't fit in is all. Drinks were spilled on people's laps. Awkward conversations were had. Disillusionment was fully effective. Disagreements were spewed. A tired mind and tired heart overtook any assortment of belief that anything could work. Nothing felt right. In fact, everything was out of place and couldn’t be controlled. There was no reasoning, fixing or mending anything because it wasn’t accepted. The wrong doings were upsetting and unsettling. Dramatic inquiry proved nothing but unnecessary. There was no point in being surrounded by uncaring, scornful, juveniles with no goals, future or plans thought about. Bad company corrupts good character so why stick around the muck and scum that's bringing you down? Get the heck out.
