It’s amazing how much a piece of writing can cheer you on. This one, in fact, cheered even louder than my parents when my sister got a gold medal in gymnastics. And that’s saying something. This piece of poorly painted text made me realise that we are tying that blindfold onto ourselves.
What you think is right might be wrong...
This is the first time in like… a million years that I’ve apologised and been nice to someone. I’m surprised about myself.
We're sorry we were mean to you... We know better... I'm sorry...
Um... No. Absolutely not. You were too mean to me.
Here we go again. Another bunch or careless people who want to see me suffer. Another bunch of people who want me in the bullfight.
Wittew Vivi shcawed, iasn't she?
I wish they would stop...
Poor, poor, Vi!
Oh, is little baby girl scared?
Unacceptance is like a virus. It grows inside other people, and when the symptoms start showing, other people get infected trying to fit in with that person. The only difference is that there is a cure from the very beginning.
People only have to open their eyes to see it.
But how do we open their eyes? How do we stop the virus from spreading?
I... I... I don't know.
Gotta write those stuff on my walls... Gotta write them!