And I suddenly remembered what it was like to be in a group.
A clique.
Whatever it was. And not even with Jezreel and the rest.
Before them.
I remember the Usuals.
Ha ha...It seems like so long ago.
I miss being part of a group.
Things have changed so much.
But I know I was not meant to be in a group.
Maybe not yet.
Maybe soon.
Maybe tomorrow.
But as it is, I am not.
I will not lie.
I miss it.
I miss having people I can count on.
But it is something I can live without.
Because I have been.
It doesn't matter that I cannot call anyone to go anywhere at any time.
Just to talk.
Or hang out.
It used to matter.
But well...
We all grow up.
I just don't want to.
After all. Aren't I immature?
I am in a place where people see what they want to see.
And they try to look deeper.
To a point. They they stop trying.
And they assume something to be true.
Sometimes, they are correct.
Sometimes, they are not.
But I learn.
They won't understand because they don't try.
Well, what I do and who I am.
Unorthodox, to be certain.
But still.
Do I despise people?
Heavens, no!
I love easily. I do not hate.
However. People think they understand.
And that's fine.
But the reason I get really mad.
Is when they act based on an assumption about the kind of person I am.
Tch.
Fools.
I am me.
Unorthodox and uncommon.
Flawed and imperfect.
Sentimental and sensitive.
But I sure as hell fight for what I believe in.