(From this week's PostSecret)
Because I not only feel as a freak, I know for a fact I am one. And I feel much closer to people who show some of their weirdness to the world, instead of hiding them behind a "look-how-perfect-I-am-and-how-good-I-fit-in" mask.
I am here. Weird, strange, bizarre, and proud of all of them, because they are the puzzle pieces that complete me.
(I should get a t-shirt, saying "I'm weird and loving it" on it, or something close to it.)