High School graduation just came to mind. Just remembered that no one in my class asked me if I wanted to celebrate with them on the back of a truck (which is customary in sweden) or if I wanted to take part in the champagne breakfast (also a custom). And I remember that it hurt a little bit but I understood it too. Because I was not a part of the class. Not really.
It was never a question of anyone in the class being mean to me or something like that. It was just... Not the same. It's always like that, in one way or the other.
I don't know what there is but this. The role and armour I have created. And I see it everywhere on everyone. And so often I see them despise me.
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