I am but a feather lost and floating on the whims of the wind.

I'm a square pegg in a round hole, I just don't fit in, I belong nowhere. Yet I know after this day (10/06/21), that there is a certain comfort in my solitude. Here I can never trust the wrong person and get hurt, here nobody can tear my heart to ribbons and blame it all on me. Again... and Again.

Be yourself... but they mean be the self they want me to be. Being myself, is never enough, being me is never good enough.

Hoever, I'm me and that's all I can be.