I am quite late to the party. I am watching The Perks of Being a Wallflower for a second time. I would love to say that I wish the book had been written back when I was that age, but... well... it was.
One statement. Then sleep. For the past few months, I have had a difficult time becoming "one of the guys" because I had spent the previous decade being vastly outnumbered as a gender minority. Whereas one might say that I enjoyed privilege, I only ever felt burden. It is often lonelier being among "my own kind" than it ever was being... different.