Kuto’s life no. 864
Kuto was always a bit of an outsider. He was never quite sure why, but it seemed like everywhere he went, he just didn't fit in. Even in his own country, Lithuania, he felt like an outcast. He wasn't sure if it was because of his dark brown hair or his shaved face, but something about him just didn't seem to fit in with the rest of the population.
This feeling only intensified when Kuto moved to Vilnius, the capital city. Suddenly, he felt like everyone was staring at him and judging him. He tried to ignore it as best he could and focus on enjoying life in this beautiful city – after all, that's what he'd originally come here for. But eventually the stares and the whispers became too much for him to handle and he started avoiding leaving his apartment whenever possible.
One day though, Kuto decided enough was enough – he wasn't going to let others dictate how he lived his life anymore. So despite feeling self-conscious and out of place, Kuto put on his green cyclist cap (which matched perfectly with his t-shirt) and headed outside for a ride around town.
As expected, people stopped and stared at him as he rode by – but instead of shrinking away from their gaze like usual, Kuto held his head high and pedaled even faster. It felt liberating to finally be doing something that made him happy without caring about what other people thought; maybe there was more to life than fitting in after all...
This feeling only intensified when Kuto moved to Vilnius, the capital city. Suddenly, he felt like everyone was staring at him and judging him. He tried to ignore it as best he could and focus on enjoying life in this beautiful city – after all, that's what he'd originally come here for. But eventually the stares and the whispers became too much for him to handle and he started avoiding leaving his apartment whenever possible.
One day though, Kuto decided enough was enough – he wasn't going to let others dictate how he lived his life anymore. So despite feeling self-conscious and out of place, Kuto put on his green cyclist cap (which matched perfectly with his t-shirt) and headed outside for a ride around town.
As expected, people stopped and stared at him as he rode by – but instead of shrinking away from their gaze like usual, Kuto held his head high and pedaled even faster. It felt liberating to finally be doing something that made him happy without caring about what other people thought; maybe there was more to life than fitting in after all...
