And I know it\’s hard
And I know it hurts you
And I know you cry sometimes
And I know you miss her all the time

Sometimes I look back at myself in high school. I wouldn\’t want to call myself a nerd nor a geek. I was an outsider. I tried hard to fit in, but without success. And every day I would look forward to the next day, thinking I could improve myself so much better. I wanted to be somebody else. Somebody that was not me. So I would study people and try to apply the traits I admired to myself.

And then zoom three years later. I have reached many goals and surpassed them. I have had a boyfriend. I have had heartbreak. I have caused heartbreak. I have attended parties. A drinking party. Where I refused to drink. I am allowed to be independent. I can drive more than an hour away without swerving. I have to drop off people. I can look \”beautiful\”. I feel disgust as someone says so. I have gotten a job. I have gone through interviews with success, knowing that I impressed them. I have no dependency on money.

I am everybody, but I am nobody.