For many, being different is good. For me, I often wonder if being different is worth it all.
I do not have the same political views as any of my family and most of my friends. Thankfully my friends respect the fact that I prefer not to talk about politics.
I am not the same sexual orientation as most people around me. Sometimes I wish I were. Maybe then I wouldn’t be alone still in my late 30s.
I no longer share the same religious views as my family.
Half of my family would love to tie me down to this city I was born and raised in. I feel trapped here.
It seems like I want the opposite of what everyone else wants. I want change. I want to be different.
I don’t really know what I want.