The Late-Night Post: Entry 4

I sometimes feel that I do not belong. Scratch that. I always feel that I do not belong.

I do not get what you are laughing about. I can only smile. Pretend that I get it. Well I do but I do not get what is funny about it.

It feels as if you live in a different dimension though we are on the same space.

Ah.

I get it now.

We do not think the same.

We are different.

It is because I do not belong.

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