I may be someone of no importance. I may just be another face in a crowd, but I do know what it feels like to be lonely. I understand that I simply cannot completely grasp the pain and the struggles that others experience. On that account, I can do my very best to sympathize and listen. Everyone deserves to live a content life and we are everyone.
I have done and said terrible things in my past. My past controlled me, and sometimes it still has a hold on me now, but my past no longer defines me. Anyone can be redeemed, even me, as long as there is willingness to grow.
THE WEIRD ONE’S MASK UNRAVELS. 