I believe that everyone has something that makes them beautiful. I've been hearing around that I am different, a freak, some sort of weirdo because I believe that even the ugliest creatures have a beauty to them. It could be in the way that they move, or never want to move. It could be in the way that they talk, or the chaos created from their silence. I always like to dig a little deeper to find that one unique substance that makes one person different from everybody else; the rest of the world. But the real plot twist that makes everything sort of ironic in a way, is I have yet to find the beauty in myself... and I don't think anyone else has either.