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I was a really weird kid in middle and high school. Nobody thought I was cool or pretty, and in general, they didn’t really care about me. It sucks sometimes, but also kind of freeing. I was spending all of my time drawing, obsessing over whatever I was into at the time. Surely I wasn’t well-regulated but I was having fun. Now people like me. They think I am pleasant to look at and interacted with, but I am empty. I cannot go back to being weird, lest I risk my job and my only marketable quality. Is this something I must endure?
I kinda miss when I was weird and a geek. Nobody gave a shit about me and I can just do whatever I wanted in my own quiet corner. Nowadays my job required me to be normal, nice and easygoing so I can’t behave like that anymore. It is torturous.
I don’t really cry anymore. I don’t feel things as deeply as I used to. If I feel too much, I will not be normal and well-regulated. Sometimes I just really want to cry, but even that is hard now. I have betrayed myself, just for money, just for a short-time goal. I am spineless. l don’t have the courage to go after what I really want, so I hide under the guise of making a living and satiating some made-up hunger.
I kinda miss when I was weird and a geek. Nobody gave a shit about me and I can just do whatever I wanted in my own quiet corner. Nowadays my job required me to be normal, nice and easygoing so I can’t behave like that anymore. It is torturous.
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