When I started to have that feeling (of being different from my family) at the age of 15, I knew I had to move out and start an independent life of my own. And globe-trotting ever since, I have never regretted that decision even for a second.
How I wound up in this family.
Yes, they’re my family. I accept them, I appreciate them and I love them.
But, damn… how did I wind up in this family? They’re nothing like me. I couldn’t be farther from the person they want me to be. I couldn’t be farther from someone who fits into this family. Our opinions, our views, or values, our… everything is so vastly different. How did this happen?
This is not a new feeling. It’s been going on my entire life. I think the feeling is just getting harder and harder to deal with.
We’ve been butting heads more and more in the recent weeks. It’s really difficult to wander around all day, every day just trying to keep my mouth shut as a means to prevent fights. I’m so tired of keeping my mouth shut. When someone is so clearly wrong and so…
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