I’m starting to notice a difference between the people around me and myself. I’m not saying that anything is wrong with them. If anything, I think something is wrong with me. Most people my age would get a kick out of going to the mall and daring each other to do stupid stuff. While I on the other hand would much rather go to an art gallery or grab coffee at a book store. I can’t necessarily say that I HATE this part of me, but I’m not very fond about it when I talk to other people who just don’t get it. This is probably the reason why I’ve been more quiet lately. People seem to think I’m upset. However, I’m usually fine. I just prefer to be alone.
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