the ugly writers

Humanity and Me

I’ve always been a little bit of an outsider. It was no different with them, but they didn’t care. They didn’t ask for anything except to be treated as an equal, even when they were working so much harder than almost everybody. And, I guess that was all I wanted too, to be considered a part of something. It didn’t happen very often.

Missed Patterns

Look at the stars. From afar, they look like fireflies glittering as the moon shine on its own. It does not have a certain pattern; unless you want to form a figure, it is basically a bunch of random dots…