For my entire childhood I pretty much felt continually like I was a weirdo because that’s how my schoolmates made me feel. I was singled out because I liked the color pink or because I cried when Kurt Cobain took his own life.
I wanted to fit in but I ended up being an outsider. When my mother collected me from school at the end of the day, I just kept quiet. I was too ashamed to tell her how I felt.
Many years have gone by and it took me a very long time to understand why this read more >>>
Source : HuffingtonPost.Com