I think I am just a bit, little, tad bit different
Honestly that's just the best word to describe me at times.
I'm different from everyone else, in a good or bad way- I don't know. I've always been somehow older then everyone else, mentally and a bit physically.
I remember talking in the locker room, just before P.E. and one girl in a different row asked, "Is there a guy in here?"
When she saw me she only then realized it was me then asked me if I was in her grade, I said no.
Since sixth grade, I could always be mistaken as a sophomore or freshman. But I wasn't. Seventh grade- "Can't I just skip eighth grade and go straight to ninth?"
I always fit in better with them, along with my friends who were older than me, but I loved them like I grew up with them since we were in diapers.
Sixth Grade- Year of despair, laughs and tears. Not a good year in general. Okay, that's all my years.
"Why can't I be at least a little bit less different?"
But really, I now think it's my calling to be different.
And I sort of like it, I do.
Because now, I'm fairly happy, and I can hope that happiness lasts at least a year. If not, I'll get back up and try again.