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- Jul 27, 2024
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I went to the beach with my family yesterday. I saw other people in their 20s, people my age. They looked so happy, and so free. I know I can't judge someone's entire life just based on how they look or how they appear in the eyes of a stranger, but something tells me for sure they are happier than me. I think they don't go home and have trouble sleeping because of chronic gastrointestinal and urinary pain. They probably don't utterly despise their jobs. They probably don't have a plan for suicide in case their already barely tolerable pain gets worse. They probably don't live every moment of their lives with this hateful ringing noise in their ears.
I don't feel any animosity toward these people, to be clear. I'm happy for them, but at the same time sad that I can't be part of the world they live in. I can pretend to be, I can pass as a normal person, I can even look in their eyes and smile as I walk past them, but the truth is I am an alien to them. Anyone who knows me on anything deeper than a surface level can tell I am not normal, nor could ever be.
The sun shines so brightly, the cool night air runs so gently through my hair, the sound of running water is so calming, the laughter of children is so full of joy, the feeling of reflecting on memories is so bittersweet, the thought of the future is so exciting yet terrifying.
This world is really so beautiful, but I can't be part of it.
I don't feel any animosity toward these people, to be clear. I'm happy for them, but at the same time sad that I can't be part of the world they live in. I can pretend to be, I can pass as a normal person, I can even look in their eyes and smile as I walk past them, but the truth is I am an alien to them. Anyone who knows me on anything deeper than a surface level can tell I am not normal, nor could ever be.
The sun shines so brightly, the cool night air runs so gently through my hair, the sound of running water is so calming, the laughter of children is so full of joy, the feeling of reflecting on memories is so bittersweet, the thought of the future is so exciting yet terrifying.
This world is really so beautiful, but I can't be part of it.