Breaking the mold

To most people I am either too much, or not enough, and that used to bother me to the point where I’d make myself fit into any situation. I can’t do it anymore though. It hurts to stretch my skin or shrink myself down to an unrecognizable human. Solitude has become my main friend. There’s no standard here. I can be who I am when I am, and the rules belong to me. To most people I am too large or too small. So from now on, I would prefer to not try and fit in at all.

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