For the record, let me just admit that it does hurt. To be so lonely at times. Because you were born with a splint in your head and you couldn’t find your own generation to blend in. Knowing that you could die without meeting even one person who can tell you, “I know why you’re doing this. I know how it feels. I know what you’re trying to say.” You could spend your days pretending you can be happy and soluble with everyone else but at the end of each day when you’re all alone with your thoughts again you know your nights will always end the same way.