You can't live in this world expecting help all the time.Telling yourself you're "comfortable alone" just to avoid people? That's not strength—that's fear wearing a mask. The truth is, like it or not, you have to live in this society. Be around people. Deal with them.
But here's where most get it twisted:Being around people doesn't mean losing yourself for them.
Forget the fake positivity.Forget that dumb advice like "If someone hurts you, just find someone new."No. Life ain't that easy.
You need to learn how to live by yourself.You need to learn how to be yourself—loudly.Dominate your own mind before this world dominates you.
Learn how to be selfish when it matters.Being "nice" 24/7 in this world is just another way of setting yourself up to be used.Being good to others while ignoring yourself? That's just you silently expecting something in return.And waiting for someone to fix how you feel?
That's the worst kind of waiting.
You wanna be something?You wanna do something?
Then be it. Do it.
You've got one shot at this life.And that doesn't mean copying what everyone else is doing.Be a badass.Learn wild skills.Try crazy shit.Be angry if you need to.Be selfish.Be obsessed with becoming you.
There was a time when Yellow was the "good boy" in class.Quiet. Disciplined. Shy.The type no one feared, no one really saw.
They used him. Pity'd him.Some called him the nice guy.He never said much—not because he had nothing to say, but because he was always second-guessing:
"What if I sound stupid?""What will they think?"
So the words stayed in his head.
He wanted to sing songs out loud, make jokes, flirt, laugh like crazy.But fear kept his voice locked inside.
When people treated him like shit, his first thought?
"It's probably my fault…"
He apologized.Even when he was the one hurting.He ignored himself completely—his anger, his hurt, his truth.
He just wanted friends.But even the people he called "friends"?They treated him like a backup option.They were either selfish or too busy.And Yellow? He kept hoping someone would understand.
But no one truly does.
People are out here living their own lives.They want attention, leadership, control.And quiet kids like Yellow? They always get pulled in, thinking someone stronger will save them.
But that's a lie.
In this busy, distracted world—the only one who can save you is YOU.
He waited for praise.Did nothing—but hoped people would notice him.Chased someone who hated him but faked kindness.Ignored those who truly cared.Ran after those who left, bullied, pitied, and used him.
He thought being "nice" would make them stay.He thought pretending everything was fine would fix it.He faked happiness.
Until one day—when life brought him to his lowest—when it felt like the end, the realization hit:
He wasn't living the life he wanted.He was living the life others expected.
He wanted to scream.He wanted to break everything, shout at everyone who hurt him.He wanted to go back—to middle school.To that classroom.To the version of Yellow who stayed silent.
But this time?
He wouldn't stay silent anymore.