Lost II

Lately I have been feeling lost. Lost in a world that has become too familiar with the ways stigma rolls here in my mind. Stigma of the unknown I say. Why are people afraid of me? I’m not contagious, I’m ambitious. I may have my quirks, but don’t we all? I love my quirks, I leave my glass cups eveywhere, not to piss my finace off but to count my intake of water and to show precision of my life.

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Stigma that has been showed besides being contagious, is that of picturing Jack Nickelson going cucko. I dispise people that hold such stigma agaisnt me and others like me.

Yet I am still lost in this world. I have cried myself to sleep countless times after a friend, family member, or complete stranger said they’d have nothing more to do with me. It hurts knowing that people are like this when I just have the drive to belong.

Anyone can say they understand, yet if they don’t act or even ask questions how can this be? I know I am not the only one feeling lost, but I am the only feeling lost, but I am the only one here in this box of teal blue stripes thinking that it may all be over. I am unaware of where to go from here.

Feeling lost means I am human, being human means I belong to something, but I am still wondering what that thing is. Until next time, G. Merced, observant.

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