I’ve never been good at belonging, at being normal. I’ve never been effortlessly good at being seen as equal. People would say I’m too janky, that I can’t act natural. And they were right- I didn’t fit in like they did, I didn’t catch onto the trends until later, I never changed my opinions for some hater. But you can’t please everyone, I won’t spend my life on the run from peoples thoughts. I’m going to be considered weird either way, so that’s a memory that’s blurred. I’m still not crazy great, people still don’t like my traits, but who cares? I don’t belong with them, but I belong with my family and my friends. All my friends who are great tens, those who I’ll always defend. The people who hold me while I cry, all the people who believe I can fly. They’re the ones who I belong with.<3