I’ve wondered all along why I’m always left alone, and I always thought it was because I wasn’t good enough or whatever misconception I came up with in my own head. 
The truth of the matter is, I’m weird, I have fucked up thoughts, I have this deranged idea of living and the crazy essence around me that no one else understands or wants to understand for that matter.
I’m a concept of black, I have dark thoughts, I have dark ideas, I think dark things are beautiful when no one else does.
I guess that makes me strange and unusual to the average person.

I don’t think we’re all bizarre, but those who are will get this….or maybe not.

I don’t mind being alone anymore.
Eventually someone will come along and become my strange, dark, atypical soul mate.