It might not make sense and my English would probably be a little off, but I guess I'm just gonna write whatever. I've always felt terribly different from others, people have made fun of me for it and I couldn't really defend myself because I also think that I'm weird. I think deeply, I'm so curious, and I consider a lot of things, but the people around me don't get me. I feel like a stranger, like a species on Earth that shouldn't exist. I have friends, but they don't know me, they don't know my depth. I cry over little things, but I cried because I was thinking a lot about it, I try to 'justify' it, and I try to really immerse myself in heavy self-relfection. But more often than not it turns into a negative twist where I blame myself, and again, and again, then I cry. I cry alone, whimpering and wheezing for air while I feel like I have no one to talk to. I feel like even if I talk to someone, they wouldn't get it. So I don't know what's the point anymore. 16 male.