"A different kind of special"

That's what my grandmother use to call me. I kind of like it.

She knew all along that I was different and I'm starting to accept that fact.

Hey, we are all different in our own ways it's the matter of people actually standing there with you.

Remains to be seen, I guess.

I'm clawing my way up out of the fucking grave. I'm working really fucking hard here people.

I am trying. I can't cry...I can't scream because both are embarrassing.

So I stand silent.