What does it mean to be different? Does it mater if I’m smart or not? My fashion? My talk? Should I be more social? Less? But something is eating at my mind. Wait. Being different  isn’t bad . It isn’t a curse. It’s a blessing. It’s wonderful I’m not like anyone else. Being different means I can be myself. And being myself is the best thing in the entire universe.

Does being bi make me different from everyone else? Does it mean I’m a freak? Is my brain damaged? No, no, and maybe. Not everyone is perfect. In fact, no one in is, except God and Jesus Christ. Everybody can be classified as a freak, but in a good way. Who knows, my brain could be damaged, but I doubt it. Liking someone of the same gender isn’t bad, but it shows I’m not afraid to be me.