I'm the person that puts my phone down when everyone in my group is on their phones, just to avoid not being on my phone. I'm the person that thinks too much, the person that hates their brain but at the same time thanks god for giving her such an interesting one. I'm the person that feels too much. I'm the person that wishes to be with someone that understand them. The person that believes that the right person for them is someone who is like them but at the same time believes in opposites attract. I am the person that likes books, but believes that her attention span is so small that she can finish online books faster. And finally, I am the person that writes about her feelings.
But what I always fail to understand, is that I am a person. A living, breathing, feeling, hurting, studying, writing, sleeping, person.
I always forget that.
I always forget that I am not the black sheep in a world of normal sheep. I forget that I am special, but at the same time everyone is special so that makes none of us special.
I forget that I am human.
But I must never forget.
The reason why I forget that I am human is because I am human. The reason that I sleep is because I am human. The reason that I feel is because I am human. Everything I do is because I am human. Because I am fragile but at the same time strong. I am smart and at the same time dumb. I am special, and at the same time, not.
