I like being different. I like everyone here because you're all different too. Some of you laugh at the wrong stuff, and some of you cry at the wrong times. Some of you don't eat enough, and some of you eat way too much. Most of us can't get our fatigued butts out of bed, but it doesn't really matter, because even when we stay in bed, we can't sleep anyway. We take drugs to wake up, drugs to wind down, drugs to dull stuff, and drugs to sharpen the stuff that we dulled. Some of us drink too much, and some of us fight not to drink at all. We get angry when our voices aren't heard, and clam up when we're given the podium. We'll type for hours to strangers in their darkest times, but couldn't make small talk with each other if our lives depended on it. This place drives us all nuts on occasion, but we always come back; probably because HW helps us feel just a little more normal.
Merry Christmas my fellow weirdos; be proud of who you are.