Growing up, sometimes i doubted my ability to speak human. I was always the odd girl, the one the teachers had to force kids to play with so she wasn't all alone at recess. Though I was bullied and alone, it didn't hit me very often, but when it did, it hurt. I found solitude in my creativity, and slowly I became what I created. In this place I was welcome, I could be as weird and abnormal as I wanted because there was no one else to care. And I was entirely okay with that.