Please don't look oddly at me when I stutter, when I stumble over my words or when I look out the window in silence. Please don't treat me differently when I stand in silence or when I don't understand how to treat you. I've been through so much in the last two months, ranging from my mother almost dying of cancer to leaving the place I knew as home to try and save her. I'm not perfect, and hell, I know I'll never be. But at least don't look at me with your upturned noises and discard me like all the others you've look down at.
Sincerely, Alone But Not Lonely.