I don’t believe in family. Your family is supposed to love you the most because you’re related to them, but must families just love each other because they have to, because you are blood related or something like that. But that’s just the thing, they love you because they have to, not because they want to. In my opinion, family is nothing but fake love and feelings. True family is people who chose me, not stuck with me. My friends chose to be friends with me, they don’t have to be friends with me, but they do because they actually love me. You see, that’s just the thing about friends, you can leave, you’re not forced to love them. My family is there for me because they have to be, my friends are there for me because they want to be. Family to me are those who chose to love me, not forced to love me.
I live my life with a perception often queer to most people. I look at art different, I look at situations different, I look at everything different. I don’t know why this is, but all I do know is that I like it. Most people loathe me for my perception of life, especially my mother, but it helps me recognize things about myself and others that most people miss. If it wasn’t for my outlook on life, I would never value my friends as much as I currently do, I would be oblivious to the fact that love is what rules the world, and I would never realize that you can’t fix the world from the ruins of it’s past.
Life has thrown it’s worst at me, and although the blows of life have knocked me off my feet and beat me down to a feeling of defeat and worthlessness, the only way I was able to stand tall and vigorous from the harmful attacks of life is because of my friends and their attempts to pick me up off the floor at my lowest and giving me their love to give me a reason to keep going. That is why I consider my friends to be my real family.