Well, I think that part of being young is not exactly knowing why you do some of the things that you do. And it's by exploring your life or experimenting or making mistakes and learning from them hopefully that you start to forge an identity.

I wonder what my speech would be.

I don't know the significance of this, but I find it very interesting.

I didn't know that other people thought things about me. I didn't know that they looked.

Even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there.

I wanted to laugh. Or maybe get mad. Or maybe shrug at how strange everyone was, especially me.

As much as I feel sad, I think that not knowing is what really bothers me.