sometimes I like who I am, there’s people that are similar .. but not quite who I am.
Sometimes I dig existing between the margins, and even if it’s cringe, it’s still it’s own person.
I like that,,
cool stuff, slick stuff,,,,
I stand by it…
There are worse lives to live than mine, I enjoy being unique,,, not marketable, but still it’s own thing….
I do enjoy that aspect of being alive.