When traveling, I start to realize that everyone’s struggles are not so different after all. Maybe I’m normal. Maybe I can fit in somewhere one day. But at home, I see that I’ll never be like other people. I’ll never be accepted for my true self. The only way is to isolate myself and carve out not only my own path, but also my own tools. So which is it?

It’s the differences, of which there are none, that make the sameness… exceptional! [desperately] Just tell me what to think! [hyperventilates and faints]