I can relate to that so well. The story of my life. I had people in my life when I was a kid, but they were emotionally killing me and I felt like I was part of some experiment or part alien. Now my mom is a lot like me in many ways but she is happy and I am usually depressed but there is nobody else similar to me at all in my life - nobody I can talk to because my beliefs are too different and I would not be accepted, I might even become a target for violence. I hang out with some people but I can't be myself at all and it is perhaps no better or maybe it is worse than being alone because they keep talking about killing animals and make lots of racist and gay-hating remarks (homophobia is not a good term for it - that implies fear of gay people but so-called homophobes usually just hate gays). Remarks about killing black people are common. It seems like everyone I have become acquainted with well enough that we could be real friends behave in ways that are morally reprehensible to me and I can't really care for anyone like that as a friend. So I can be around people but I might as well be an alien.
Roses are red, violets are blue, we’re feeling loved-up, but rhyming is lame
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