I remember watching One Tree Hill, season 4 or 3, (the episode in which this guy called Jimmy took some of his fellow students hostage), and thinking, ‘What does it feel like to be a misfit?’ I am also grateful that I’ve never had to suffer that way, I have never let myself do.

To have close a friend, ear-splitting silence;

Drifting away, far as the moon’s distance:

To be engulfed in blissful loneliness;

To die alive, absent in your presence;

Have sad bliss, ache for happiness;

To consume hate, summon fate:

To be a misfit!