I often wonder why I'm so different. I lack things in common with most people so much that nothing can ever be fun anymore. Spending time with friends is just another few hours proof that I stand out more than most. Sources of pure emotion that keep me human are the same exact sounrces that bore others to tears. I have found things that make me happy. I really have. But those things just don't make others happy at the same time. Whenever others are happy, I'm left out. Whenever I'm happy, I'm the only one. Different always. Outside always. Forever alone, but never lonely.

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