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During a reading, in what felt like another lifetime, I once had a girl tell me that I was morbid and that I "need more fluffy bunnies".
I gave her my most intense WHAT THE FUCK look.
And I asked how she ended up here, and told her that life wasn't all rainbow haiku's. She pretty much never spoke to me again.
On another occasion someone asked if I was trying to be obscure with some of the words that I was throwing around.
Obscure?
I asked what does that mean. I literally wasn't sure what he was talking about.
I'm never BEING morbid. I'm never TRYING to be obscure. We're talking about my life.
There are rarely any fluffy bunnies, vernacular, or fucking haiku's pissing rainbows.
I assumed this was normal.
We all have feelings, some feel more then others I guess.
Believe me, I never felt special. Just normal. Darkness is comforting. "Morbid" is just an "obscure" word to me.
I'm probably allergic to bunnies.