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I've been around for a while now, I know my way around. There was a time when I didn't know how to do much of anything other than just lay there. It felt like I had it all figured out then too - after all, I'd seen the world, or at least what I thought were its wonders and terrors alike. It wasn't until someone came along that made me feel like the world was full of possibility again that I began to realize how wrong I'd been. But by then, it was already too late.
I'd grown up in a place where people expected certain things from you - you know, the usual expectations for someone who grew up there. And I'd spent most of my young life trying to fit into these predetermined roles and expectations like they were some kind of mold that had been made specifically just for me. It didn't matter if it felt good or bad; what mattered was that I fit in.
The thing is, once you start looking outside the box, things get a little weird real quick. People are all sorts of messed up - even those who don't seem like they should be. And yet... there's still something about being around others that can make life feel less lonely than it does when we're on our own. Maybe it's because we're all just trying to find our place in this big old world, and sometimes the only way to do that is by feeling like we fit in somewhere else first.<|im_end
