The Wind Knows My Purpose in Life but Do I?

I am one of those outcast, weirdo, and insane "people". Why do I say of myself in this way is because I am and no one understands me like my "sisters" do. Well this is the years I never thought I would not write that I was given up by my father named slender man when I was young , call myself insane even if it is true, or call my friends my "sisters". All in these few months with them I finally open up but I am not even a person, totally I am what you say a flying-cat-creature of the night, not even my two closest friends are human, they are the same as me but different. In fact, they have their own looks and ideas,but I am ,somehow, the leader of them and we have the same feeling that we were sisters at one point, that we are daughters of slender man, and have special secret powers of our own. All of us are outcast, weirdos, and insane just alike but different. All this means is that we are who we want to be in life.