The whole world has a place, except for me. The popular kids have it easy. Money, friends, boys. They haven't a worry in the world. The unpopular kids don't have to worry about being alone. They have their friends. Security, Security with the world. No worries about maintaining a facade. Everyone is in place, right time. right feelings. What am I? Not unpopular, not pretty, not ugly, not middle-class. Simply average. I don't belong here. No purpose. I feel as though I'm a soft lump if feelings with no point in a body that belongs to another. IS BELONGING AN ILLUSION OF BEING IN A PLACE THAT DOES NOT EXIST? Maybe there is no such thing as being in place, maybe everything and everyone is wrong and they live unaware of the everlasting incorrect being that is the universe. How could they be so clueless? Or, maybe I'm the mistaken one, and everyone else stands synonymous, believing it all has a place and time,
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RandomJust entries of my cringey diary. I'll update a new entry every once in a while ig
