I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something.
In the end there doesn’t have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to.
You have to accept that sometimes that’s how things happen in this world. People’s opinions, their feelings, they go one way, then the other. It just so happens you grew up at a certain point in this process.
I am unable to describe exactly what is the matter with me. Now and then there are horrible fits of anxiety, apparently without cause.