But why would I be different?
Why would I be different?
Why would I think I was different?
Why do I still think I’ll be different?
I am nothing special, and yet somehow still I think the outcome is going to be different.
It won’t.
I am a dime a dozen.
I am exactly the same as the rest.
There is nothing different or special about me.
And I have trouble with that because…
It’s hard for me to admit that I am pretty fucking common.