I hate you. I never want to see you again. You're an outcast, a misfit. You're not normal! Get out. Shut up. You'll never be like the rest of us.

Have you heard the voices? I have. They scream at me sometimes. "Don't be like that! Be like them." I'm glad I don't listen. They don't get it. I don't wan to fit in. I want to be a square peg in a round hole. A fruit loop in a box of cheerios. I'm not stupid.

I will not let popularity rule my life. I will not focus on unimportant things like social hierarchy. I don't care what jeans I'm wearing, and I'm not laughing at my friends behind their backs. Do you know why? Because in ten years, none of that will matter. What matters is how hard you try. What matters is where you're going. I'm not laughing at someone who failes. I'm sad because I don't see why people don't care. I don't want to be living in my parents' basement. I want to be places.

I don't hate myself.

And I don't listen to the voices.

Do you?