I dedicate this short story to @maxie_rebadulla
I was staring at the sky, wondering the questions of life. Am I unique or just normal? Sometimes, I wish I could be normal. Sometimes, different. Sometimes, I sit alone. Sometimes, I sit with a group of people that are, in my mind, my friends. Sometimes, I want to sit alone, so I may write and think in peace. Sometimes, I want to sit with a group, so I may feel apart of the world. Sometimes, I cry. Sometimes, I laugh. Sometimes, I frown. Sometimes, I smile. Sometimes, I write.
