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Don't you sometimes wish that there existed such a thing? If someone offered me any vacation in the world right now I'd choose the Island of Misfit Toys. I'd say I qualify. I don't quite fit in anywhere and I'm more emotionally damaged than any romantic comedy character could ever be. And believe me, it's not quite as cute in real life.
I think I'm broken. People keep accusing me of pushing people away, but I could have sworn I got angry because they had already gone. Thinking about it now, they must have still been within arm's reach if I was able to push them further. I guess when someone takes a step away from you, you could hug them and bring them closer, instead of pushing them away. I'd just like to know where the hell they're going in the first place.
I think I'm broken. People keep accusing me of pushing people away, but I could have sworn I got angry because they had already gone. Thinking about it now, they must have still been within arm's reach if I was able to push them further. I guess when someone takes a step away from you, you could hug them and bring them closer, instead of pushing them away. I'd just like to know where the hell they're going in the first place.
But forget all that.
I want to hang out with a red-nosed reindeer, an elf with bigger dreams than making toys, and a lion that can fly. I want to go somewhere where the only way I can fit in is by being so me that I'm somebody else. I want to learn everything about the world, and make stupid jokes, and twirl until my legs can't hold me up.
And the best part of it all is that this island is free of condescending eyes, judgmental whispers and the conforming.
And the best part of it all is that this island is free of condescending eyes, judgmental whispers and the conforming.
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