“Don’t tell me who I am.
Don’t tell me who I ought to be.
Don’t tell me I should be nice in order to fit.
Let me be who I really am.
Let me be who I want to be.
Let me choose if I want to fit or if I prefer to wander in this world as a solitary soul, or maybe find others like me.”
Those were her last words before she closed the door and left. Leaving me to wonder if she will ever come back.
Please, come back.
Forever hoping