9 beliefs

Jeno locked the door behind him and placed his bag down on the ground. Running a hand through his jet-black hair as he turns the radio on, nothing but the loud sounds of static being emitted from it. He turned his back and went to his bed.

He's had enough of being perpetually reminded of the past. Of his past. It makes him sick.

He kept on trying to become better, of moving on from it.

But how can he pretend like nothing happened when everything reminds him of it?

He tried reaching out for help before but people recondite to understand, instead of receiving comfort, he became a laughing stock, a disgrace. To Jeno, it felt like a sin to be true, to be honest, to voice yourself out.

There's no such thing as rules. But everyone is a complete shit for making rules. For telling everyone what is right and what is wrong. What is there to do and what should not be done, ever. What to believe in and what not to. When you go against the norms, you're considered bad, rude, disrespectful; all the negative words to ever exist out there will be thrown at your direction.

People would press their beliefs on you, so that you'd be like everyone else.

Jeno didn't want that. He disliked the idea of having to follow something.

In reality, everyone is afraid. Afraid of trying something new, of something different from the typical things we are used to. Humans are afraid of being judged for being different. Afraid of being looked down for being unique.

Why are they afraid? Because our minds were set into thinking that way because of petty, ridiculous rules made by no other but fellow humans. Everyone is created equal, but others would always try to be above the other, to be higher. Everyone is made equal but some people try to be more powerful.

Is it wrong to express yourself? Is it wrong to be different? Is it wrong to like the things most people dislike? Is it wrong to be yourself?

Jeno's mind is in chaos.

It has always been like this for him. His train of thoughts that silently drives him off the edge.

He releases a heavy sigh as he slumps down, his hands shut tight with his knuckles slowly turning white.

He hates himself. He hates how he had become the person he didn't want to turn into. He hates how he became like everyone else.

How he follows the rules that were supposedly created to make your life better. The rule that everyone is "obligated" to follow. The rule that made humans afraid to speak out and stand for themselves. The rule that brainwashes the minds of everyone into thinking that something unusual is disgusting.

It's not reality that creates your beliefs, it's your beliefs that create reality.