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I knew years ago, as a 12-year-old writing in my diary, that I “wasn’t normal”.
I tried real hard to be “like everyone else”.
Inevitably, though, I was the kid whose parents always wanted their “psycho kids” to play with, and other kids incontrovertibly found just plain “weird” and avoided like the plague. 677 more words
Sometimes I wonder if I will ever be finished with weeping. It’s possible that when Jeff died, the pain dug such a deep well into my psyche, it tapped into an everlasting underground river of tears, and so they will be with me on and off for the rest of my life. 705 more words