day 191

I was so convinced that I've been an introvert for the majority of my teenage life, but really, I've just been with the wrong people. When holding hands with good friends, my heart is at home. It stretches and places arms on shoulders like father daughter dances. In a good friend's eyes, I see growth and what I can become. I have spent so much time trying to fit in with people I don't even like. I don't know why part of me used to feel like it was so important. Maybe I'm finally growing up. Maybe I am trying to replace bad with good and old with home.