She tried to speak the language around her. But she couldn't. She couldn't fit in.
She tried to keep up with the other boys and girls around her. But she couldn't. She couldn't fit in.
She tried to cover up her body that was 'different from the other girls''. But she couldn't. She couldn't fit in.
She tried to like the boy that she sat next to on the first day of school. And she tried not to cry herself to sleep every time the boy would make fun of her or ignore her for the next 9 years of her school life. But she couldn't. She couldn't hold it in.
She tried to cope with being different by preoccupying herself with hobbies and interests to distract her. And distract her they did.
She tried to fit in with the people around her. She couldn't.
She tried to fit in with people she met online. She couldn't.
She tried to identify herself with the deranged and psychological insane. She couldn't.
So instead she just talks in the third person like the other well-known bloggers out there and dreams of being thin enough like the girls on tumblr and that her instagram pictures of Starbucks might someday reach 1,000 likes.
the challenge