
She always felt like an outcast. And God knows how badly she tried not to.
She went to so many different places, met so many people, did everything she could do to fit in.
Moved to another city, changed her friendships, her habits... But something was missing.
And then suddenlly she finds herself alone, isolated... could count her friends in one hand. Alone. Unguarded. Homeless.
Being there she VS herself. Looking in the mirror and wondering "who the hell am I?"
After so many years (pretty much a lifetime) seeking for cover in different places and people, she saw herself being forced to look inside, to face herself.
She didn't like what she saw... not even a little. But after this whole time trying to find out who she was in others, she discovered where she belonged.
She didn't need to be part of a group, or be in a certain place.
She only needed herself.
She is her own home.
About the Creator
GIO
Just sharing some of my thoughts
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