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Imagine spending your entire life feeling like everyone else in the room is just... fundamentally smarter than you.
It’s honestly such garbage.
I went for a swim at Central Park the other day, and I mean, I almost drowned. I still don't really know how to swim properly, but, well, I didn't die. I made it back to the edge.
I’m always that guy. The one who doesn't know what's going on. The one who isn't going to screw you over or mess with your life because, well, I'm just an idiot.
I'm stupid.
I had to buy my own driver's license, my own phone, my own car... nothing was handed to me. My uncle didn't give me a dime, and he still wonders about me today—he thinks I'm a lost cause, wondering how someone like me can actually manage anything.
Am I just dumb? Because nobody bought me a phone. Nobody guaranteed me love. No one ever really cared about my feelings, either.
Sometimes I feel this surge of hatred for all of you, but I really don't want to hate you.
I just want to be one of you, but it’s just not happening...
I carry this anger inside me, and it's all because of some jerk who wants to tell me where I belong.
There are moments when I just want to scream that this world is my place and I should be the one making the rules.
But I don't want to become that kind of person, because then I'd just be one of them. Though, maybe my truth is the only reality that matters.
Maybe everyone else should just submit to my truth, instead of me having to bend to theirs...
It’s honestly such garbage.
I went for a swim at Central Park the other day, and I mean, I almost drowned. I still don't really know how to swim properly, but, well, I didn't die. I made it back to the edge.
I’m always that guy. The one who doesn't know what's going on. The one who isn't going to screw you over or mess with your life because, well, I'm just an idiot.
I'm stupid.
I had to buy my own driver's license, my own phone, my own car... nothing was handed to me. My uncle didn't give me a dime, and he still wonders about me today—he thinks I'm a lost cause, wondering how someone like me can actually manage anything.
Am I just dumb? Because nobody bought me a phone. Nobody guaranteed me love. No one ever really cared about my feelings, either.
Sometimes I feel this surge of hatred for all of you, but I really don't want to hate you.
I just want to be one of you, but it’s just not happening...
I carry this anger inside me, and it's all because of some jerk who wants to tell me where I belong.
There are moments when I just want to scream that this world is my place and I should be the one making the rules.
But I don't want to become that kind of person, because then I'd just be one of them. Though, maybe my truth is the only reality that matters.
Maybe everyone else should just submit to my truth, instead of me having to bend to theirs...