Diary Of Your Neighborhood KINKLORD

"Personalities stay the same from the time you're born, to the time you die"

My mom and aunt have told me something along these lines several times. I never liked people seeing me cry. Even from a young age, I'd either turn away or try to laugh through the tears.

This conversation was brought up when I recalled the hot tea incident of last Sunday. I was half-crying from the pain and half-laughing from my stupidity. I also had a rehearsal to go to and I couldn't be crying when I got there.

People at my school already think I'm extra weird and I feel pretty outcasted. I try interacting with them and whoopdiedoo I guess I don't exist. 🤷‍♂️

Oh and only a few friends from middle school will have actual interactions with me. I'm nowhere close to perfect, believe me I know, and I want to improve. So what else do I have to fucking do? In so many cases, I am the one initiating conversations, the one insisting to hang out.

Does it no longer matter? I want to stay in contact, and all I get are default answers to questions. No true thought.

I try to help, but it seems like it doesn't matter.

Beachboy ~ McCafferty

How do you take back what rightfully belonged to you?