Everybody knew that I was different since the day I was born, my parents knew, my friends knew, I know.
When things can't get any better, they get worse, that's how life works, you'll probably have a day of sun and then you'll have a day of rain, maybe the sun isn't your favorite thing, but the rain is. Even if I felt like things were going well, my great defect is always there: Oh, Nostalgia.
The town where I used to live was awful and beautiful at the same time, it could kill me just by standing on a corner. In the last years it turned to a city, a great big city with the same shitty people. With the same words.
When I was just eight years old, everyone hated me, the "Why don't you die?" Was a part of my daily routine. They were just stupid but I was an idiot, I wanted to fit and when I found out that I couldn't, I started to make my own path.
My ex-classmates, I always think about them, about how when I ask they say they miss me, but I can feel that they're lying and I can't even relate to missing them. I think that it is maybe because they never liked me, or because they never cared more than about themselves. Even those social media friends I had, cared more about me.
Distance is maybe the chain to those people, those who live on the other side of the world and the other side of the phone. That little weapon with more than a thousand of phrases that say "You're not the only troubled teenager". Maybe I am, maybe one of those persons is just the same as me, maybe not, maybe I'm just exaggerating or maybe, I'm making it better than it is.
We're slowly getting to the point because maybe, I'm unique even if a lot of people are feeling the same as me and relating to what they read here, I am different, for example, a lot of things happen here and I write them without getting the advice of that.
So, a lot of my classmates have boyfriends, sometimes older than them (like eighteen or seventeen), I understand but the first thing I see on a person isn't the fact that they are in a relationship and that they maybe have sex, at the age of fifteen which is, in fact, illegal (In this country). With this I mean, yeah, cool, the hormones are working but even if we are animals, we have qualities like reasoning and one of the parts of that is to have options:
1-Don't have sex so you can finish high school before having a fucking child.
2-Use a fucking condom or something, it's 2017, not 1917.
3-There are pills girl, you can buy them as if they were candy, FUCKING THINK!
4-Keep the calm and don't kill your dumbass classmates.
Sorry if I hurt your feelings but, this should be helpful, think guys, and this is where I wanted to go. They do all that stuff, not me, yeah, I'm fourteen and I was never touched, I'm not ashamed of that because I'm at high school and I never had a boyfriend or anything. I just gave my first kiss to be like those stupid girls in my class, it was cool but I don't need that, I want to have a life by myself before taking care of anyone else. That's my argument, I don't care if I am different, I'm cool this way and I like to be this way.
Time to Time, AA.
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