I always wonder why no where feels right to me. I often peruse ways for myself to become another human of society. But for some reason I always come up short. The way of life you other people live doesn't appeal to me. Even at home, I'm criticized and not completely accepted. Loved, yes, but favored? Of course not. I know my place in the world. Just another pawn in God's game of who will choose light or darkness. I don't feel at home anywhere I go. In the state of Virginia, or in the highlands of Ireland. In a black school or a white school. Even if an Otaku like me goes to the Otaku heaven-- Japan, we are still looked down upon. Nerd, Emo, all labels that none of us favor. And I've realized something, dark but true. Otaku don't belong anywhere, but amongst other Otaku. Our language is fan fiction jargon, we sometimes dress Casual Lolita, and our tendencies are squeeing over Kyoya Ootori. Yes, we wear Matryoshka face paint. Yes, we think we're half Japanese. And yeah, we draw transmutation circles on the back of our hands. Of course, we cried when L died. Yes, we absolutely adore ninjas. Hell yeah, we listen to Ayumi Hamasaki and Visual Kei bands. Listen world, we're not going anywhere. We can promise you that.  Call us "Un-American", or "weird". We will not waver. I will not waver.