I don’t think people realize how heavy it is to go through life feeling like you never truly belong anywhere. Always the one left out, misunderstood, or just… present. Not hated, but never really chosen either. That kind of rejection creates a wall around you without even meaning to. It’s been that way for me for as long as I can remember. And yeah, I’ve learned how to carry it, but deep down it’s still a wound that never fully closes. Maybe I’ll never fit in or feel like I belong anywhere, and I’m slowly learning how to make peace with that.