There’s this thing about people wanting to be unique. When they do this, they make people who are truly weird hated. Because these weird people are viewed as unique wannabes. Which they don’t.
I hate not being accepted. I wish I had friendships like everyone else’s. I wish I wasn’t always so full of words. I wish I was funnier. I wish I wasn’t so sensitive to every little thing. I wish I didn’t feel like 50 minutes had passed even when it was only 5. I wish I was understood.
But really! What am I thinking? Me? Accepted? What a joke. Acceptance is for people who are more normal. I’ll never be accepted. I’ll never be not brushed off. I’ll never be treated as more than paper; used and thrown away.
But I’m trying to come to terms with it. The faster I accept that I’ll never be worth anything, I’ll never be anything to anyone…the faster I can let go of all my pain…and fight stronger alone.
I may be alone against the world…but I won’t go down without a fight. This is my fight. Only I can make what I will of it. I’ll bounce back stronger, and I won’t be alone anymore.
I’ll have me, myself and I.