Nov 27, 2018
I was a bit of an outcast (still am)
So recently I found some of the people from my old schoolsâ instagram accounts. Some of them were public so I looked through them.
After a few minutes of remebering people I had completely forgotten even existed, I became rather sad.
I wasnât sad because their lives are better than mine. I was sad because I realised Iâm probably never going to be able to say fuhk you to them. Fuhk you for ignoring and looking down on me
After years of being the weirdo and outcast Iâm finally embracing myself instead of trying to hide it. I wish I could show them, show them that I donât care what they think anymore.
