Some people say I don't talk much. And while I do not mind in the least-it was my choice, after all-sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have the opposite personality. "You can change!" people always tell me. I wish I could believe them...but...I can't.
Things don't come as easily for me as they do for others. I don't mind...well, not really. But sometimes I wonder, why does it have to be me? Sure, I'm being selfish, but think of how the people with seemingly great lives treat others they find less "worthy." I don't like taking jabs at other people-really, I don't- but some people need it.
I sit at school in a classroom-that's where my talents shine-but when they call "Lunch, everyone!" my stomach flip-flops. Not just the thought of what is waiting for me in my lunch-some days are much worse than others-but the idea of laughing at jokes that everyone at my table finds funny, trying to tell stories that I find hilarious but no one else laughs at, and trying to make witty comebacks and remarks that others will deem acceptable.
Why oh why did I choose the life I'm living? This life is tiresome, but it's all mine.
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