My weirdness makes me who I am.

So now I'm headed to depression, I've cut (and I'm finding it more hard to stop than I thought it would be), I'm sad, I'm lonely, I feel misunderstood, people keep asking me whether I'm emo, goth, heavy or what the hell I am, and... I'm learning to play the guitar and the piano, writing songs, broadening my musical taste (rock, metal, screamo, grunge, punk) and as you might see, all the good things happening are related to music. It's what keeps me alive, my only hope for the future. Music is my absolute everything and I mean it. What I do to survive all day long is watch horror movies, read, write, or anything related to music. I'm weird and I've been told so. Am I proud of my weirdness? Well, it's just what makes me who I am. Am I willing to change? Not even for all the gold in the world. I'm me with my flaws and my virtues - though the flaws outnumber the virtues by far - and that's what make me unique. That's me. That's all I can be.