"Admit it. You aren't like them. You're not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the "normal people" as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like "have a nice day" and "weather's awful today, eh?", you yearn inside to say forbidden things like "tell me something that makes you cry" or "what do you think déjà vú is for?"
Contrary to what you believe, your heart is not too big for your body. It is not too big for anyone else’s either. You thought that part of love was letting your heart be tailored to fit someone else’s chest.
It’s not.Meg B., excerpt from This Is What They Don’t Tell You (via batifoler)