I wonder what’s wrong with me. There’s definitely something, although I can’t seem to know what it is. All I know is that I don’t fit anywhere; I don’t belong to any kind of group. I’m an outcast, that’s what I am. I don’t understand. Maybe my mom was right, I push people away. Perhaps I wasn’t made to have a best friend or something. The funny thing is I can’t help myself remembering that weird quote that, despite the fact that it’s too cliché, it fits perfectly what I feel, ‘how can I be surrounded by people and yet feel so lonely'

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