Most of the time you can't fit in, that's your problem, unless you're a genius.
There always seems to be a stage in life when you feel that no one in the whole world understands you, but then you feel that you have done too much during this time.
Maybe this period of time is not fake or nonexistent or made by myself too sensitive and artificial. It's just that no one named it. You see the same story on a genius and it all makes sense. So I still blame myself, too mediocre, not qualified to be out of place. It's better to leave it to a genius if you don't fit in. You see that genius sister who wants to be Miss America will only be laughed at, isn't it?
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