I have always felt like a broken piece of some jigsaw puzzle. I have always been on the lookout for a place or a person, where or with whom I can belong. I cannot be the only one who feels like a misfit. And for anyone who feels this way, I share a few comforting realisations.
Do these things really make me odd?
The embarrassing (or not so embarrassing) past.
Realising my double standards.
Did I succeed though?
Did I fit in there for a while?
I'll try not to forget again.
The realisation.