I Was Told There'd Be Cake

It’s Newton’s lost law: anything that makes you unique later will get your chocolate milk stolen and your eye blackened as a kid.

Uniqueness is wasted on youth. Like a fine wine or a solid flossing habit, you’ll be grateful for it when you’re older.

Anyway, this was what united us, wasn’t it? The universal desire to avoid being the asshole.

I had fallen in love with my flaws once they were easily contained.