Blog Entry: I'm not the definition of normal.

I'm not the definition of normal. It's weird.
I went through a stage where I HATED my birth name. I couldn't stand it. I didn't want to be Amanda. I wanted to be anything other than it.
Lately I've been just thinking.
I've been thinking a lot lately.
I think I was just running from myself.
I don't want to hide who I am and be something I'm not.
Maybe I'm a girl, maybe I'm a boy, maybe I'm Transgender, maybe I'm Androgynous.
I don't really care if I'm a boy or a girl or even in between.
Sometimes I like dressing girly and being a girl. Other days I just want to bind and say I'm a boy.
And I guess now I'm okay with that.
Who cares?
I am who I am.
No one can change me and tell me who I choose to be is wrong.
I am me.
Maybe I'm Dylan, maybe I'm Amanda.
Maybe I'm both.
Life's complicated.
But I don't care any more.
I'm just going to be happy with who I am and just take each day as they come.
Eventually it'll all make sense and things will fit together, like solving a puzzle.
All I know is that today. Today; I'm happy.
I feel relieved. I feel energetic. I feel like nothing can stop me.
Screw anyone who has a problem with me.
Maybe I dress weird. Maybe I'm not popular.
Some days I like drawing whiskers on my face and meowing like a cat. Who's to judge?
I'm me. I'm unique.
And I'm finally happy.