Retail hell is more like retail soup these days

A bland soup that you thought would be thicker when you looked at it

But you now realise is some strange separated texture of tiny bits and broth

As if it was supposed to be blended and was only partially done

I started loving Stars and Planets because no one accepted my love

So what am I now?

I love the Sun

And I work on the Earth which I also love

My gemstones

It’s acceptable

I wonder how I’m supposed to show love

To all these people

I tried it a little today

People often act like I’m too much

It hurts to see your enthusiasm met with awkwardness

And not “I’m socially awkward” awkwardness

This is annoying awkwardness

It’s always been like this

I want to be me

But they’ll reject me

What’s the point of being me if they don’t like me?

I’ve tried so long to tailor myself to others needs

I be whatever person they needed to meet at that moment

What even is myself?

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