I'm not unusual, yet, I'm not quite usual. Don't get me wrong, I still want to sit on a rooftop with that special somebody talking about our family issues, our favourite songs, what we'd do if the world ended, and how we've always dreamt our future. I still have all the same dreams as the next girl, but there's something about me. Something that makes me different. Something that makes me not fit in. Then again, they say that's normal. What's normal? Based on a true story.