Happy;
feeling or showing pleasure or contentmentWhile I'm drowning in the voices around me, I try to escape. The reason I came was to escape the thoughts, but it seems the more I try, the more I fail. I've been called a freak for a majority of my life. Yes, I guess I'm different, I'm not your average teenager. I try to be, but I can't seem to do it. I try to talk to people, I try to have a social ,but I can't seem to succeed. So I stand here once again, in the corner of party, dancing alone. Trying to fit in, staring at the boy who I ran into. He had a huge smile on his face, smiling at the girl across from him. He doesn't have to try to be happy, he already is. All I ever do is,
Try.
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Wallflower? (Phan)
Fanfiction"you remind me of someone, I knew as a child" "Hmm, I wonder who it could be"