I’m melancholic, depressive, and deep. It’s not a pose, not a phase, not something that goes away with time or attitude. It’s part of how I’m built. I overanalyze, feel too much, get stuck in thoughts others don’t even notice. I don’t care about the surface. What entertains most people doesn’t do anything for me.

That sets me apart. I don’t fit in. And I don’t have the energy to pretend I do. I don’t need people to understand it, but I need them to stop saying I’m exaggerating. This isn’t a choice. It’s a way of existing that takes more than it gives.