I've never been good at emotions.
I think it started when my friends started pointing out that I'm "heartless".
I don't know if that's what pushed me to the edge of acting as if heartless was really the adjective for describing me. I think it I feel too much, to the point where it would exhaust me to actually show it. I've cried, felt, screamed and smiled to the point of drying out. I've lived life angry at the world. I felt like the universe was mad at me for some reason.
Growing up, I could see that my parents feared what I would grow up becoming. They knew their mistake had left a big impact on me, but I didn't show it so they ignored it and prayed that I would grow up normally.
Thankfully I learned how to live a quiet life, full of mistake, but a stable one.
I saw through the eyes of some family members pity, others just ignored my existence. But my mom's family treated me with so much respect and it made me feel powerful. I grew up watching women take the lead, and eventually I realized that in life, you gotta pick yourself up, you gotta stop taking things so damn personally, and you gotta keep going.
Emotions aren't easy. I used to imagine scenarios of things in life that could've gone differently, but doing it doesn't really change things.
I felt emotions beyond describing, and saw things beyond imagination. I realized it couldn't be that bad being different.
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