Dear Diary,

At some point, I was tired of being the bad guy.

I had went with it for a while, dressing up in all black and following the flow of shadows. Wearing a skull ring and never really being around others, I accepted the fact that most people hated me.

Then, I met him. That cute, blonde-haired guy that drew me back in, showing me the hero I truly was. But alas, it was just him and I who saw that hero -- everyone else still remembered me as the villain.

Some people say it's all in my head... but I know better. When I'm speaking, and others think they know better than me about me. When I show up for the dining pavilion and I receive odd glares and glances. When I try to make a new friend or say hello to someone, but they're not very understanding of my differences.

People suck. I'm judged a lot. Even if it's not detrimental (and even when it is), it sucks and I'm tired of it. I want to go somewhere where the judgment is eased, where that doesn't exist.

After some time, even my cute, blonde-haired boyfriend started seeing me differently. I do my best, but I come from a different background than other people. It's tiring to constantly be the villain in people's stories, especially when I'm rarely the villain in my own.

Sincerely,
The guy who is utterly sick of this sh!t,
Nico