Write From your heart.
I was rejected a lot growing up.
I didn’t do anything wrong, I was just different.
I woke up from a dream this night with a sadness in my heart.
My childhood best friend had gotten married and served a dish that was not enough for me. I looked up to the room and silently walked out the door. This was often the case in my friendships.
I was rejected a lot growing up and I didn’t understand it. I was born in Germany and moved to Taiwan and then to America. The rejections were quiet and lethal.
I always loved people with a pure and open heart. I didn’t have an agenda. I just wanted to be loved in return, but often then not, I was ridiculed for my difference. I was different, yes.
When I made best friends, they often became part of…
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