
Different isn't always bad, but that doesn't mean it's good either. I used to be the good kind of different. I used to be weird, fun, smart and known as flawless. Everybody loved me because I stood out and was different. And I've read enough teenage love stories to know that they're all the same, but mine is different. Mine starts with a heartbreak, it starts with the curiosity of wondering if I could ever be loved again. If I ever was loved.All Rights Reserved