How does today feel? Like another big mess of thoughts and self oppression. So happy yet so bored. So content but full of self loathing. That itchy voice invading my peaceful swim telling me that I will never be good enough. That I will never compare. After all, who am I really?
I sit on the outside because I'm not entirely sure where I belong. The group that stays together that I will never really be a part of. But will I ever really belong? A glimpse of being a part of it, being accepted, but not really sure whether I am.
I'm not sure that I know how to belong.
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