I am different. I would think I’m not different, like I’m the same as every other person that ever walked the same halls of school that I do. Like my likes and dislikes are all as basic as butter-less toast. But I guess maybe that’s not as true as I think it is. I do things that most people don’t and that is good. I do things that most people do and that is good. Everything I do is good because it’s me. It’s who I am. Even if everyone else is also doing those same things, I matter. I exist.