Prologue

I'm not like most teens. Having to deal with different voices in your head can take a toll on you. Never knowing the difference between right or wrong. People looking at me differently, viewing me differently. Just because they think I'm weird. I wish there was someone in the world who would love me and all my flaws.
"You wishing isn't enough."
"I believe!"
"What if they think we're weird too."
"Why is this so frustrating!"
"I hope their funny!"
"I hope their hot!"
"ME TOO!"
"CAN ALL YOU SHUT UP!!!"
Someone...please...help me...