They say there is reason why we live. And we all are here for a reason. But what is my reason to live, what is my reason to be happy? Or be someone? I couldn't experience what other could and had never seen what others saw, everything was all new and different and strange....so strange I couldn't understand why I was so different. Why can't I be ordinary Or just to be normal? An actual ordinary person who just wants to be free......My life was like looking through broken pieces of glass, a puzzle piece, a lost cause, it's something that confused me everyday of why I even existed but no..... *LIFE* had other plans