In my 28 years on this earth, I’ve never really felt like I’ve belonged, I’ve always been the outcast, the rejected one. I’ve never been part of any scene, I’ve never been important. The ‘weird’ one if you will.

I feel like everyone else has been, or if they’ve had similar feelings, they’ve been fortunate to give the illusion that they don’t, and by fortunate, I mean fortunate in my point of view.

At this point, I feel like that ship has sailed. Anxiety and depression have truly robbed me of this.

 

 

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