We all are different.

We all have our thoughts and opinions.

We are free to pave our way whichever path we choose.

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We are all different from one another.

Different languages.

Different ideas.

Different claims.

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All of us are different.

We all have problems here and there.

We all get bothered sometimes.

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I'm different.

Like everyone else.

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Really?

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How much.

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Maybe too much.

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I feel alone. Like i'm too different from everyone.

Being different is great. But... If you're too different from everyone else... You end up... Alone.

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I'm in survival while everyone is in creative.

I feel like the cake has too much slices and needs to leave mine for others.

I feel like i'm a speck on the side of the pangea.

I feel annoyed when i see command blocks.

I feel demotivated when the dungeon just has a boss where i'm forced to call for help.

I feel demotivated or annoyed when i just glance Aside and see just admins giving stuff.

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You don't have to get it.

You don't have to change.

If i speak, others will be hurt.

So better me than 10 others.

It's the trolley problem.

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I hate thinking like that. Because that means i think in a way that hurts others.

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In the end, it's merely an I problem.

I'm the one bothered.

I'm the one annoyed.

I'm the one alone.

I'm the one.

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That's how it is.

That's why i was adrift.

That's why i'm slow.

That's why i'm in survival.

That's why.

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Don't mind it.

It's a vent.

I just wanted to drop it here.

I don't want to bother anyone.

I just wanted to let it go for a few hours.

A little special. Too much different.