Derpy Drifting.

My first memory is of making them laugh. I didn't know why at the time and so I was happy. It was nice to be happy.

For a time.

Then I realized they were laughing at me... because I'm different, too different.

I am not smart. I have never been smart. Clumsy, ugly, those describe me too. Awkward... that's probably the most accurate.

So I worked hard. I was not smart but I thought I could become smart. Every day, every night I worked hard. I thought I could fit in.

But I'm different.

Now... I'm still clumsy. I know stuff. Part of me is smart. But when it comes to talking, interacting, being with people I-I'm just stupid. Stupid me.

I want out! I want out of me!

Maybe... maybe I should just be quiet.

They can still laugh. That's good. Joy is good. But to think that I could ever understand... that I could ever take the journey to friendship... to joy. Ha.

I'm different. Too different.