For the Ones Who Never Quite Belonged

Here’s to the ones who never fit neatly anywhere.

The loners.
The observers.
The ones who walk into a room and feel everything — the tension, the truth, the unspoken heaviness most people pretend isn’t there.

You’ve got fire in your eyes because you can’t unsee how numb the world has learned to become.

They call you strange.
Too quiet.
Too intense.
Too much.

Good.

This world survives on comfort, on small dreams, on people shrinking themselves just enough to stay acceptable. On choosing silence over truth and safety over depth.

You didn’t do that.

And yes — the world tried to break you for it.
Tried to dull your edge.
Tried to convince you that feeling deeply was a flaw.

But look at you.

Still feeling.
Still burning.
Still refusing to rot quietly just to fit in.

So no — don’t aim to be “well-adjusted” to a system that asks you to trade your passion, your depth, your soul… for a seat at the dull table.

That table was never meant for you anyway.

Stay strange.
Stay awake.
Stay dangerous — not in how you harm, but in how fiercely you refuse to go numb.

The world doesn’t need more people who fit in.
It needs people brave enough to stay alive on the inside.

And if that makes you different?

Wear it. 🔥