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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