I’m with you. I know how distraught you feel, not being accepted. Sometimes it’s fine, it really is, and you feel at home. But then other times, you feel so left out. When you try to be friendly, you aren’t very good at it. It doesn’t come off right, and that makes everything crummier. You believe you’re the only kid suffering like this - and that you caused it. You don’t know why, but it feels like you’ve been singled out. And even though you talk to your mom about a lot of things, you feel you have to bear this alone, to protect your parents from knowing their child is a misfit. What presses most heavily on your heart is that this is a permanent condition. This is how life will be for you, always.Ann Reinking, What I Know Now: Letters to My Younger Self (via slowdownscout)
I speak Thespian.
English be my language second.