Picture this: A place where everything smells like a juxtaposition. Old Money and No Money bottled together in an almost-but-not-quite-collection of city-like towns that fit together like a Prokofiev piece: Almost, but not quite, yet entirely on purpose. After years of living here, after years of self reflection, I have realized that I have struggled to fit into this jigsaw puzzle no matter how hard I’ve tried. And that’s okay, I think; everyone is different. What is interesting is the feeling I have when I approach the front doors of my high school: apprehension.551Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVdj6fiuIFc
One could argue that this isn’t anyone’s fault but my own. I spent so much time putting up walls, molding myself to fit my surroundings, smiling and laughing at the right times, that I almost don’t know who I am anymore. I feel like I’m waiting to finally fit into this puzzle I have spent years attempting to figure out, and yet I found myself disappointed time and time again.
I’m not writing all of this to be a downer, I’m just doing some self-reflection and wondering if things could have been different. Maybe if the pieces would have arranged themselves another way. Maybe…551Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ803cynThJh
