Myself

October 1, 1987: It is hard to be yourself in this world. If you are different, you don't belong and that hurts. This is how I feel now, when I am almost 30. It is not something I would choose. Not that I want toblend in and be invisible, but not being taken into account is not my idea of fun, either.

In

September 5, 1987: I feel like I'm out, out all the time. I am isolated, an outsider and even here living in Argentina with my Tia, it still feels yucky. Tired of that feeling. It never really goes away.