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Excerpted from my diary entry-
I've noticed in the past few days people have been subjecting me with trivial and groundless fitlh, be it my family or anyone around me, without even knowing a speck of who I am or what is it that I do.As Franz Kafka said, “I never wish to be easily defined ”.
Dimwits don't want to consider certain things and they really wouldn't, because it's out of their dim-wits.Sometimes I feel like they eat cocaine for breakfast, correlating quietness and peace with depression, acting like they care and I abhor it.There's a dichotomy with this-either confront and repay with the same sort or the best one- ‘neglect’ them, there shouldn't be anything in between.