I was made fun of a lot in high school because of the way I sound and the way I was.

But one of the big lessons I have learned from my journey is you can’t please everyone, so don’t try.

My life is an awkward visit from the kid's table while awaiting a History Channel special.

There are ways to meet people and surround yourself with like-minded people who will support you.

My imaginary friends have become my imaginary children.

I know I'm bitter and a little jaded, and mildly enjoy it, but am I a sad person? Am I happy? I plan on being happy in the future for sure, but it isn't here yet. So what does that make me, exactly?

When people hurt you over and over, think of them like sand paper. They may scratch and hurt you a bit, but in the end, you end up polished and they end up useless.