I wouldn't have felt indignant about it until someone puts poison in my head. Maybe I would feel alittle bit from myself; from my own observations, but not to this extent.
He doesn't deserve this and I shouldn't treat him this way like how others are. But society is a weird hemisphere and I am on the border line. I don't fit in perfectly there. They don't give him a chance to fit in. I want out sometimes. But I want the choice to "want out" more.
Am not troubled but am confused. What should I do? My conscience bug me sometimes but my feelings of indignant overpower it usually as it has a strong ally of the want to belong.
