You know if you asked them "did she have an eating disorder?" No, she's fine.  And yet they spend so much time trying to convince me I am crazy.  I'm either utterly, irreversibly insane or I am absolutely fine and dandy, but it can't be both.  I cannot be both.  I'm sorry that I'm not the perfect little angelic robot who you raised me to be, I'm sorry that I step out of line and speak up for myself and others around me who are scared to, I'm sorry I just don't conform to your high brow society or your selfish mentality.  Am I saying that I do not make mistakes?  Not even almost because sometimes, it seems like I am hardly more competent than an infant who has just emerged from its mother's womb, taken its first breath and tasted this frail air for the first time in its life.  I am hopelessly blind and I **** up nearly all the time.  However, you expect me to be flawless, like snow before it hits the dirt and water as it ebbs and flows effortlessly down its already established path.  If one drop moves out of line, it is not considered pretty anymore, but rather, it is an outlier and an outcast.  I was never pretty to begin with, so why should I pretend to be and conform to something I do not understand?  You cannot tell me I am wrong for this because I love who my convictions make me.  Even if my views are wrong, they seldom waver.  I also seldom wake up thinking "Hey, I am going to make terrible decisions today and ***** up my entire life."  There is usually a reason behind my mess ups and a good deal of pain behind my reasons.  But I have overcome every reason to give up, and I have yet to relapse into that dark synapse that is my past.  In which case, I am freer than the chains that seek to bind me to society's crazy and unattainable expectations of which yours are mirror images.  Therefore, I may not be the perfect person, but at least I am perfectly different from you.