Who am I? That is a question of opinion. To you I am the reject in the back of the room. The misunderstood entity that wonders aimlessly with no true destination in mind. To my few friends I am the one person who seems to comprehend. The one person who actually cares about comprehending the reasons I live. I may be the "reject", the "freak", the "weirdo", but I am something you will never be. I am myself.