Silence is a miracle.

Call it recovery, call it divine intervention, call it nothing more than a strong dose of caffeine, but right now my spirits have been lifted.Want to know why?I’ve just heard the voice in my head again. Lost in the background, but then again, silence is a miracle.
Know what the voice said?
You’ll never guess.
“You pink, contaminated, liquefied, concentrated, disposable, wasted, weak, pathetic piece of filthy shit!”Followed by a very solemn-“You’re different, you dumb ass!”Which, of course helped everything fall into place.I’ve almost never fit in. Big deal. Boo-hoo and all that jazz.I don’t need to fit in. After all what could I possibly gain?I still want to be happy and I’m happiest when I’m either:
A. All alone 
B. With people I care about 
Absolutely anywhere, doing the things I love.
And I can’t have that everyday, so its no use complaining.
Nothing will stand in my way. I will do all that I want, despite the pathetic attempts to foil me.
I am here to stay.
I am here to make a difference.
No wait, I AM the difference.
Arrogant? I think not.
Time to take a step back and look at the big picture.
I am Liza Smith.
I am not afraid.
I am going to have my way.I will get what I want.And right now I want to be happy.My happiness is something I control. Not some losers around me, ME.
Did you ever realize that it’s easier to be heard in silence than in a crowd?
Of course you did, silly, I mean have you witnessed it practically? Have you stood up for what you believe in, despite the fact that everyone thought you very crazy? I did it repeatedly. Thought it was the wrong way to go. That was the mistake.
When there is a silence hear me speak.
When there’s a crowd, hear me silence it.
When there’s a problem, watch me fix it.
I said it before I’ll say it again.Silence, it aint golden.
It’s a bloody miracle.