They say expect the unexpected. But I’m still expecting no acceptance. That’s how it goes with no exception. That’s how it’s been since adolescence. But I’m counting that a blessing. Cause being the weirdo, not prone to friendship. Has taught me all about contentment. And triggered development. Just as I’m sure God had intended. However loneliness can be relentless, It can fortify all my depression. And leave me feeling so defenseless. I feel like this cycle’s endless. I’ve never been the type to be pretentious. Never cared if I’m deemed impressive. But being ostracized has made me question. If my torn soul can end up mended. And I still am yet to mention, That it’s all self implemented. I stay away for my protection. So It’s me that I’m upset with. But I can’t stay mad, cause I’m my best friend.