All my life, I tried to be normal, but the end result was always the same: a severe case of awkwarditis. You see, it's a very life-threatening disease, oh and I mean social life. But, a few years ago, around the same time I turned twelve, I had a realization: I'm not normal, and neither is anyone else. Therefore, I decided, I should not try to be something that I am not. I should embrace my inner self, and greet it with kindness, rather than slam the door in it's face. That's when I gradually began wearing bright colors, graphic t-shirts with baby animals on them, and my rainbow converse. Yeah, I got weird looks at first, but eventually they stopped. Sometimes I even got compliments on my new 'style'! Since then, I have learned to always be myself, no matter what anyone else thinks, says, or does.
These are the lessons I have learned in the past few years on lowering the bar and defining normal.
The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the force
of nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outside
forces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago,
something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talk
about it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body and
everyone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about what
happened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's back
and he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make me
stop.