Honestly I found the darn thing on tumblr haha but it struck me.
I’ve always felt like an outcast. Yeah, I know a lot of people and are friendly with 99% of the people I’ve met in my life but I only see them as acquaintances. In high school, I never belonged to a group. It felt like everyone had people to be with in and out of school. Almost as if everyone had a place they belonged, except for me.
So, they were all roses and I was the lonely unwanted weed of a plant. But to be honest, I’d rather be a dandelion. Sure, roses are pretty and smell nice but they have thorns that hurt us. They always grow in bunches, never as a unique pop of yellow in a field of green grass. I’m okay with being different. And I feel like that’s what the quote embodies.
Does that make sense?