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I was sitting on the bus listening to the idiots all around me make jokes about "It" and then it occurred to me; in my entire life I have met a total of 3 people that think similarly to me. I was much different from your common back-of-the-bus pretending-to-smoke Neanderthal. I am certainly not a Regular Person. I am never going to be an airhead, a jock, a prep, a dancer, a runner, an emo. At this point, aside from being slightly gothic, I have no idea what I am. When we're allowed to draw, while everyone else is drawing flowers or fire or animals, I'm drawing eyes or angels with black wings, or deformed monsters that look almost human. Half the time, I am not understood when I speak. I'm a bit lost at the moment.