in the beginning, I begin to wonder about my feature instead of being mad about it. in my early teens, I was happy joyful and always excited to see the next day to hang out with friends but always have an input of who I'm but still yet different from others. I acknowledge that some of my friends were quite lame and outrageous but some were cool and very friendly but I enjoy some of their company, as soon as I got older things changed a lot because I realized I wasn't quite sure what I wanted or needed but still I felt good in a way at times. to be begun again, by ms