Thoughts of an Anti-cool Millinnial

In truth I always felt I don't belong in my hometown but having lived there my soul is humbled. It created in me a dual perspective of life. People mistook my quietness for shyness. Another truth is that conversations being held around me never interested me. My mind played better conversations for me to enjoy. I faked my way through high school and that crippled me deeply. It took depression to heal me. So now friends are not friends anymore. When high school ended the fake me died. I read a lot of books in my free time. I also spent and still spend most my time with my earphones on because these are the only things I relate to in my reach. That's the background story of how I became a music enthusiast and a hopeful book collector. Once I leave home I fear I might never comeback because now I know there are others out there like me and I don't have to fake love to be accepted. And that there is joy for my spirit in the future. Some of the pieces you are about to read were either written in tears and healed my soul or were written in a moment of pure inspiration. Enjoy the journey through my mind.