extroverted

I used to be ashamed of being an introvert for such a long time. I guess, that was all necessary, in order to grow into the person I have become now, who gives zero apologies for who I am, and what I want. 

But when I was younger, I used to assume that my introverted nature was something to hide – like a dirty disease that everyone would point their finger at, and laugh. I assumed that I had to behave like everyone else in my school and at home. 

It seemed like everyone else around me loved being around people all the time, no matter what time of day, or how long it had been since they had been alone. 

All of that stuff seemed to matter only to me. 

I was the weird one. Therefore, I had to be the one who had to hide my oddity. 

I had to hide it away into a box, and pretend to fit in with all of the extroverts around me.