Talk:Kick/@comment-5463410-20130531032139

People can be such doofungi sometimes.

"I'm the girl who's always wanted recognition. The one who tries not to be an outcast, but fails. I buy new everything, stuff populars wear. I never look good in anything. I'm too small for regular t-shirts and dressy shirts and too big for skirts and pants. The shirt is too baggy on me, and it covers up half of my pants. I tuck my shirts into pants, but then it's too tight. I'm in the middle- no kids section, no juniors section. A combination. Life is a combination. It consists of happiness, sadness, anger, love, fear, all of that. I lack happiness and anger. I have a love that doesn't know I exist, a fear of embarrassment and life all together, I have sadness and grief for the people others depend on, the ones with pressure. I need a happy medium for life like I do with clothes. I just don't think there will be a time where I reach that point in life. Yet there will be a time in the afterlife, when I'm that elderly woman that transforms back into her childhood form once she is in heaven. Everyone will love her. And I love her. Because this is not actually my story. My grandmother was in the situation where she was never accepted. In the 1940's as a teenager, there was a group of richer kids. She wasn't one. She wore the same outfit on Mondays, another on Tuesdays, and so on. They were hand me downs, either too small or big for her. Her life of hardships bypassed my mother and came to me. I have the same life. But I know how to accept it most of the time. Especially on those good days. Those are the days I look at my grandmother's picture sitting on the mantle, her ashes next to it in a decorative box, and I say seven simple words: 'You were right, Grandma. You were right."

That is what my friend told me the day before she moved away. I remember it. I forget sometimes, but it will eventually come back. Wasn't it touching? I found it that way.

May the odds be ever in YOUR favour, and gooooodbye.

Night!