I look around me to see where do I fit in this world... every time I think I found my seat, I get chased away by the people who think that I'm the odd one out.
I never belonged anywhere, not in school, not in university, not even in my own home. My society thinks that I'm weird, other societies also think that I'm weird since I have a cocktail of interests and a contradictive mixture of beliefs that make me the outcast wherever I go.
To the people around me, I've always been the girl that likes things no one else likes, and for that reason there's nothing in common between us to talk about. Despite the fact that I don't think there's anything wrong with their interests they seem to think that there's something wrong with mine. This led me to have only two options: either keep my mouth shut and pretend to be someone that I'm not just to fit in, or I be myself and accept the outcome even for the price of not having someone to talk to.
I picked the latter.
I'm sorry that talking about your dilemma of picking a lipstick that matches your outfit is something that would put me to sleep.
I'm sorry that I like cars more than I like fashion.
I'm sorry that I like rock instead of pop.
I'm sorry that I'm sentimental and not materialistic.
I'm sorry that you never understood me, and you never will.
And I'm sorry that I'm not sorry for who I am...
I had to get it out of my system