A letter

Good-bye you evil harpie, you wicked witch.
I won't miss you.
If I do feel a twinge of regret, I absolutely refuse to acknowledge it!
You laughed at my normalcy, my life as I knew it. You dragged me off of the deep-end, and until my eyeball was pressed against the bottom drain, you had me so deceived that I still called you friend.
Because of you, little things are what makes the crazy come out. Today, in fact, I laughed and teared-up hysterically because the boy on the intercom sounded like Spongebob. Everyone was being normal, like usual, and I just couldn't stop laughing.
It's all because of you.
Because of you, when I'm brushing my teeth, I make strange faces and end up choking on toothpaste because of my laughter. Every time I giggle, chuckle, laugh, guffaw, hoo-rah I think of you.
You have poisoned my life.
I get strange looks. Me-the serious one, because of seeming bouts of insanity. Sometimes people laugh at me- and I join in.
Because of you, people claim that I've lightened up, have learned to live life to the fullest.
Because of you, get this, I've become "a better person."
And it's all because of you.
Thank you.

A Special Person

Shown the most care by her parents, she still feels alone, unloved. She depends heavily on many friends and activities but still is isolated. She cannot walk easily, and is passive and fierce alternately. She doesn't talk to many, but once she does, she can't stop. Having always depended on people to help her do the most basic things, she craves independence, but is afraid to be alone. A very passionate person when it comes to her friends, she is often confused or left behind, simply because she cannot walk alongside them and know what they know.
She is a tiny person with many sugical scars, a strange posture, and a lazy eye. This is what most people see. But to those who know her, who listen and understand, she is a beautiful person with a large heart, an empath. You can count on her to be an unconditional friend from the moment you treat her with respect, even in passing. Love can be a difficult thing to share, but she spreads it in abundance every where she goes.
She is a weirdo, my best friend.