kathy5
Discussing. I'm not too good at it. Discussing my feelings. Discussing cars, movies, shows. Discussing life in general. I’m not too good at it. I don’t talk to anyone because I have nothing to say. They look at me weird. I don’t care. Am I supposed to be like every other teenager in this world—social and energetic? No. I don’t have to be. I don’t have to be anyone other than me. Do I wish that I could discuss? Sure, I won’t deny it. I’ve wished a few times that I was a talkative teenager who had many friends, but I put it out of my mind as soon as I think it. I shouldn’t wish to be someone else, I’d tell myself. I’m great just the way I am. Changing because I’m not like everybody else is being a lemming, a follower. And I wouldn’t want that.