Epilogue

Everyone has a personality of their own. Be it funny, smart, narcissistic, and cheery. But what does it mean to be weird? Lonesome? Crazy? Childish? Mysterious? Or just.....Unique?

Everyone always says you can be who you are because no one can change that. So why? Why are there so many people who judge others because they're weird? Is it because they are poor? retarded? insane? Or just......different?