I'm not being modest. I'm actually the type to admit and accept the truth. I.m just being realistic.

Like I’m a puzzle that has edges instead of curves, and where it’s supposed to be a smooth cut, a set of spikes appear. Like a perfect fit that just can’t fit in. Do you know what this feels like? It feels like you’re defying yourself by thinking “I’m the only one who can fit in here because I’m the piece designed for this puzzle” but when I’m put into that place, I end up cutting the puzzle pieces around me, ultimately and undeniably messing up the whole puzzle. Like I don’t belong anywhere because I end up ruining the whole picture.