Chrissy Priest

I’m always the black sheep. You know, the one who’s there, but doesn’t really matter. The one everyone glances at, then quickly looks away, as if the picture were too sharp, or the color too disturbing. It’s as if I were transparent: they see I exist, but no one really wants to bump into me. I’m left out of the laughter, the secret winks, from that world I’m never invited into. And of course, everyone thinks I like it this way… but really, the silence just grows louder when they hear everyone else—except me.

In 8 month i’ve never heard ,,I want to spend the day with you, I’ll tell the boys I’m busy today’’.. There’s always been ,,something’’ to do, like house work or something like that. Is that normal? Am I waiting too much?

Sometimes I wish I could say something deep, or express my thoughts so deeply, that they affect others, but unfortunately, I just expressed this sentence for about 10 minutes.

And i can’t sleep. Again.