There are many things that I am, just as there are many things that I am not. I am 16. I have the mind of someone far beyond my physical age (or so I am told). I am open-minded, creative, intelligent (in my own perspective), a lover of cats, overly affectionate, and rather spastic.
I have been called many names; some insulting, some complimenting, some downright repulsive, and some I'd rather not repeat or hear ever again.
I am what one might call strange.
I assure you, I can live with that.
The world is consumed in the idea that society is all that matters. We are to be good and well behaved. Fit the mold.
Perfection is nonexistent.
Normalcy is a figment of our imaginations.
Time is an illusion.
In society, we must be good boys and girls. Good and sane.
Let me ask you... what's really wrong with insanity?