Im emily. The misfit. The drifter. Always have been. Ive always been the one who wasn’t sure of anything; where i belong, if i belong. The one who floated from group to group, just trying to fit in. Never did though. Unwanted, confused, lost. Call it what you want, it all means the same to me now. Names. You think people don’t care. But they do. And it hurts. Ive been called so much, i like to think its made me stronger. But i hate how people think they can say or do what they like to me, without any consequences. They think i don’t care about it, but the truth is, i do. Ive been through so much and now im just scared. Scared of what? I honestly don’t know. All im sure of is i don’t know anything anymore. Because im never going to belong, am i. It always turns out the same. As soon as i find somewhere that i could possibly belong, everything falls apart and im back to square one. I hate it. One step forward, three steps back. Isn’t that what they always say? Id like to think im the different one. The individual. Ok so im weird. I hate lies, theres just no point. Im brutally honest and sometimes people cant handle that, call me a bitch? Ill tell people what i want. Im living life my way and thats what really matters isnt it? Im not gonna change for anyone. So what if i dont think before doing. If you cant deal with that then thats your problem. I dont understand most people, get to my level and maybe i will. Id rather be alone than surrounded by people who don’t even care.

Is that so wrong?