Does not matter how far I travel and what I chose as the mission of life, the sensation of not belonging does not leave me alone. Like a heavy, humid blanket it wraps around my body wherever I go. It has been with me for such a long time that without it I almost feel naked and ashamed.
With a help of simple calculations I have come to a conclusion (very hard to accept) that most probably it is not them, it is ME. Behind the thick layer of sarcastic jokes and waterfall of self-confidence there is scared soul that aches understanding, acceptance and love. No more and no less than that.
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