There was once upon a time I didn't have friends. I've always been the outcast. The weirdo. The freak.
I've always known what people thought of me, and sometimes it hurt.
But I found people who I thought where just like me. We became weird together.
But I was still an outcast.
I am younger than any of my friends. I was always jealous as a kid, whenever something grown-up would happen to one of them. I thought I could try to fit in, be like them. But I knew I couldn't.
To them, I'm still a child.
I'm immature.
A drama queen.
I thought they never cared, that I could be myself around them.
But then everything changed.
