Some who don't know me may think me quiet. It's true that I don't tend to make much noise. But it's not necessarily because I'm quiet. It's a combination of things. On one hand, I tend to prefer listening to speaking, because I feel like everyone tends to have more important things to say than I do. On the other hand, I also tend to zone out, because I'm thinking up story ideas.
Why do I prefer to live in my own mind rather than the real world? Because in many instances, the real world is a cold, dark, heartless place. A place where a choir girl can be ignored because she doesn't cause problems and therefore doesn't need as much attention as the other students. A place where elementary kids can be slaughtered for no reason. A place I don't want to be, because who would live in a place like that?
But then I take another look. A look at people who reach out, who support mourners and grievers and those who are lonely. These people are the reasons I live in the world, the reason I still continue to fight. In the wise words of Samwise Gamgee, there is some good, somewhere out there in this world, and it's worth fighting for.
Fare thee well, friend.