One. Do not promise when you’re happy.
Two. When you are angry, do not respond.
Three. Do not decide when you’re sad.
As I sat, surrounded by family, I realized I’ve never felt so alone. I looked into these people’s eyes, people who I’ve known my entire life, and I saw that they only saw a version of me which I pretended to be. They do not know me. They will never know me. I faked a smile, and I laughed a little too much, and they never even noticed. I imagined myself being anywhere else as my grandmother blew out her candles, and each image that popped into my head involved me being very far away from them. I do not belong. I am the black sheep. I wish I could just disappear; I wish I could just buy a one-way ticket and never return. These people, who I call family, do not know me. They bought into my act, and now I fear they’ll never really see me.
Dont miss out on something that could be great just because it could also be difficult.