jennarally
I go to MMADD camp every year. There, I feel at home. I see my friends who might as well be my family. I sing, I dance, and I just worship God and feel wonderful. This year's my last year. It's terribly sad that I'll never go back after this year. It's hard to imagine life without MMADD. I don't know what I'll do.
I wore a red bandana that day. I was tired of people staring at my hair all the time. Like, seriously? So my hair's a different color than yours; take a picture and move on. It's not like being an albino defines who I am. So my hair is white and I'm sixteen years old. Grow up.