For as long as I can remember, I've let people define me. mostly because, I haven't got a clue what I am, so I need other people to tell me. to the general public, people who have only met me once or who barely know me at all, they would probably say I'm an okay person. to my friends, I am crazy and fun. and to everyone else, I'm just a freak.

But when I finally get the chance to enter an environment where my talents can be appreciated and I can be surrounded by people who understand my interests, something stupid got in my way... I won a fucking Blue Ribbon damnit. Something that I created was being admired the way it deserved to be and I couldn't even be there to take the credit.

I didn't even have the chance to show my face. Hell, I didn't even know about the Award Ceremony until after the damn thing ended and my friend called me to ask me where I was and why I hadn't been there... I should've been there to take pride in my work.