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At what point do we become just like everyone else?

Are we all the same from start to finish? Or are we special at some point?

Are these questions proof that we’re told we are special when we aren’t? Is being “special” even important?

“I get to be the Flash on TV, surrounded by all these other superheroes and it’s something I never want to take for granted”, Grant Gustin for Entertainment Weekly

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Ever wonder how long you’d have to be gone before people notice?

I want to be invested in people. I really care if no one in the group message responds to my comment about needing a hug after a bad day. I know everyone has their own lives. It just sucks to realize that you’re an afterthought. And damn, I don’t want to be in a relationship, but I’d like to have someone invest in me... without my personality, anxiety, and sadness wearing them out. It’s even worse because I realize how dramatic everything I’m saying sounds. It is dramatic. But, you know, I’m bothered by it. So I’m posting my thoughts on this public forum so you can read and agree, reach out, or make fun- and that’s okay, no matter what. I’m an adult. The one thing I know is that this feeling will pass... and that is what I hold close.

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I’m learning more about myself every day. I’ve always thought I functioned better in a team- but I’m starting to enjoy flying alone. I wonder how much time I’ve spent telling myself how I’m going to feel/react in certain situations... Whereas now, I can see more sides of myself and I can let my brain know that I don’t ~have~ to feel the way I predicted I would, because it perpetuates the problem instead of dealing with it. Anyways, I’m just saying that I’m still growing. And I’m my own damn Valentine (and proud of it)!