When you've
been told you're smart all your life and then *newsflash*
you aren't, because before you know it, you've been
thrown into a class with other kids who've grown up with
the same word 'smart' being tattooed into their
identity, and it's awful. Because now you're not
special anymore. You can't cling onto that one thing that
set you apart from the rest. Because now, it's the one
thing stringing you together. You're no longer a bedazzled
gem, just another bead to the collection. Nothing more. Just
stringing along.
