Different
I’ve spent at least a month at my grandma’s. I realized how different I am. When everyone was laughing, I was just sitting there wondering, how can that be funny? And it’s not because of my age; even with my cousins who are the same age, I couldn’t relate to them that much. Being there was so suffocating. I was already planning to sneak out—but not in a lighthearted way. I was so deeply into it that I was actually planning when, how, and where I would go. Feeling different is so hard. I can feel it—people don’t seem to have any interest in what I say. Everyone thinks I’m dumb. But, partially, I think that’s my fault. Maybe it’s because of my energy or the random topics I bring up. It actually annoys me, but what can I do? NOTHING