That's me.
C'est moi.
Right now, I only exist, neither for someone nor myself. I just exist.
I have no answers, I'm just inundated with reactions like those of someone banging against iron gates, trying to open them. The emotions inside crash against me like the ocean against the rocky shore. unfortunately, I'm not made of rock.
The fact that I don't do what most people do seems to imply that I'm not as human as the others are. I know, I'm completely outside the fringes of dominant culture. I haven't been socialized, normalized, and exposed to the conventions of this adorable civilization. I know that I don't watch the latest Hollywood films every weekend, or listen to the newest rap albums, or wear a particular style of clothing, travel, play video games, or drink every friday night.
I feel like an unfinished painting, waiting to be completed and then exhibited at some prestigious gallery near you.
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