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[dougmrdth]

I'm so sick of me. Sick of being the weird one. Sick of having zero follow-through. Sick of being the quiet one in the corner, overlooked by choice. Of being just out of sync. Of being an almost. Of being "unique". Because this whole mode of being has gotten me absolutely bubkus. And its my fault, to boot. I have no reason why I couldn't be

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[montrealais]

I know the feeling. It is so damn hard to remember sometimes that uniqueness is a strength, and a perverse part of me just wants to accept, to merge... it would be so much easier in certain ways. :/

well, for whatever it may be worth, just know that your uniqueness, to this little part of the outside of your head, is beauty.