I think the problem is that Iâve always been told that I was a special girl by my family. A special kind of beauty, a special kind of smart, a special kind of ethereal walking around. At the age of 23, I donât believe it was all true at all. I donât think people notice me in rooms full of people nor think Iâm the most interesting person there. I just exist on my own and watch people have fun with who they think is the most special person for them. But I lost hope that Iâll ever find one for me or find someone who truly see me.















