Every time the lightning strikes, memories rush back to me. I can’t help but feel bad for myself. I remember all the times my mum told me to be myself, and yet, that was the worst advice she had ever given me.

I tried to fit in the popular crowd, but my laugh was too false, too loud, they said. I trying being a nerd, but Dnd drove me crazy. So I chose to be myself. The reckless, selfish, and possibly dangerous person I was. But that didn’t work either.

I felt like a discarded piece of trash. So what if my mum was right, what if I just had to be myself, as in being all alone? It didn’t matter anymore because I was non existent.

If only I hadn’t waisted my whole life wishing I was more. If only I could have just stuck to my passions. I didn’t believe mum, but now, I truly knew what it was like to be rejected by the many.