You’ve probably heard all of these carbon copy stories where someone says, that they always felt different in high school or in their family. The black sheep of the herd, who was always misunderstood and blah blah blah, so on and so forth and how boring. Sure, this post might sound the same to you, but to me it somewhat different, because unlike those boring tales. I always knew inside of my hollow shell, that I always more or less, like my family. Despite what my cracked parental unit might say, I had an itch that it was true and sad. Therefore, in order for me to stray away from my dysfunctional herd, I would try my hardest to be the misfit of the family. Sure, it’s true, I never fit in to the in-crowd and I never wanted to, because that shit was just boring and not for me. However, when it came to the clan that was my family, I was the black sheep and so were they. Nothing sucks more than to know, that even if you don’t want to belong with the ones that brought you into this world. You wake up one morning and realized that while you may not belong everywhere else. There’s always that one place where they you sort of do, if that makes any sense.