I mean, come on. If you tell me not to think of the pink elephant in the room (that may or may not be wearing a tutu), I’m going to think of the pink elephant wearing a tutu. It’s called the ironic process theory.
Being out of place and left out isn’t exactly the best feeling in the world. It isn’t by choice and it would be nice to feel included once in a while. But I guess it doesn’t matter anyway, because I don’t like to conform to the majority and I’ll be graduating soon. Hopefully, I’ll leave this place behind and move on to better pastures.
I’m trying my best to let it go and just think of happier things. I don’t want to let this thing get so much hold over me and thus, not letting them get the satisfaction of getting under my skin. I’m my own person. It’s not a bad thing to stand up for what you believe in and what you feel. I would never forgive myself if I were to pretend just to fit in.